thebigmoment of Reflection

And here I sit again, under a spotlight. Saying nothing at all. Hoping that this stupid photo, every stupid photo I take helps me to say something of some substance to excuse my abhorrent behaviour. It doesn't of course. I'm a disappointment to myself and the one who tries to know me best. My daily blip is a daily disguise to mask glaring imperfections while masking nothing at all. With every stupid image covered in wigs and glitter I highlight my ineptitude as a partner and my complete inability to communicate like a normal human being.

How fucking deluded. How fucking sad.