Éire go brách!

I cleaned out my closet yesterday, litterally. I saw my entire childhood hidden in plastic bags, I took the bags and threw them away. All the memories... My childhood consists of: too many memories, too many lies, too many secrets, too many sources of pain, too many pills, too many letters, too many fights, too many suspicions, too many tapes, too many odd games, too many holes in my stomech and too many things gone wrong.
But at least I never took any pills.

My future will be somewhat the same, except for the letters.

The present never ceases to surprise me, somehow I always seem to forget we're all living in different rooms. My room is a dark one, good for developing pictures.

The thing about my life, the thing about all lives, they're all based on secrets. My secret on the other hand happens to be a very dark one. It's moulded my life and my way of thinking. It haunts me, it's getting closer every day. My secret forces me to lie, each and every day. And when I see other people radiating joy, I can only back down and watch from a distance as they live my life. Then comes the question, and my answer will always have to be a lie.

Then seeing you, seeing what you got and seeing the people around you. You got it all didn't you, but you never diserved it and you stole it all from me. You got the lifestyle, but I got the heart. You took my life, but failed to take my soul.

My past haunts me, and soon the scars you only feel will start to show.