I constantly lie to my inner monologue— I lose track. What’s the truth?
I say I’m just busy, That’s why I don’t try new projects or dreams. The truth is I’m scared to try And possibly miserably fail.
I say I didn’t see your message. The truth is I’m burnt out— I just wanted time to exist without answering to anyone.
I say I’m tired of dating. The truth is I like being single, But I’m scared of getting hurt again, So I ruin it first. (even if I usually blame it on the same sh*tty men online.)
I say I’m fine, But lately I’m not sure what that means. I’m tired, burnt out, lonely—
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