Music: Waking Up In Vegas - Katy Perry
Sometimes I wonder if you can fake emotions. Can you fake being happy? Can you fake contentment and adoration? Can you fake love?
I wish you couldn't so I'd be contented with all the answers I receive. I wish you were stupidly sincere. I wish I could stupidly eat out of your palm all over again. But I can't anymore. I'm not the dog in the window you took home. I'm not a pet. I don't obey. I retaliate and I disagree--most of the time.
Guess what I did today? I built more memories. As if the existing ones don't torture me enough on a daily basis. I wish memories could last like photographs. Easily destroyed as they are looked upon. Memories for me come in fuzzy forms, like looking into a dream, blurred, hazy and always in incomplete fragments. If only they were clearer and when in no more use or need, disposed of with fire.
I wish I could talk about you as openly as I want.
Clandestine.
