terça-feira, 1 de dezembro de 2009

"I fake it so real I am beyond fake..."

You’re a wreck. A mistake.

You’re a fake. A player.
Are you about to win?
How often do you do this?
How phony are you?
Nobody knows you. You don’t make a big impression. You’re not that quite enthusiastic. You’re just another girl alone at the bar.
Everyday you wake up pretending you’re someone else...walking around with your fancy Munchausen syndrome.I think you just got bored of your life.

You’re so egotistical. Locked inside your little world, worshipping your own image, swaging your skeleton side to side as if you’re something special.
Have you ever notice how pretentious you are?
You spend hours idolizing your reflection on the mirror, as if it’s some sort of a painting…a work of art…
Are you afraid of facing the fact that you’re just another ordinary person in the middle of the crowd?
You’re not the main character of this low budget movie.
Your big show is a failure. Nobody is clapping for you on the audience.

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