facade

my desk is now clean...it feels so artificial...

double meanings...saying something, meaning the other...

not everything is what they seem...

the only certain thing is uncertainty...

not all smiles are of happiness....

not all tears are of sadness....

not all words are meant...

just because a person doesn't complain does not mean he isn't irritated...

just because a person doesn't frown does not mean he isn't sad...

just because a person is still there doesn't mean he hasn't given up...

just because a person doesn't flinch doesn't mean he feels no pain...

For the sake of what we hold dear, we have to lie sometimes...

Lies are one of the reasons we feel and deal pain, but sometimes we think that the truth will hurt too much, so we lie...

but then our lies get too far out of hand, and we reach a state when telling the truth from the very beginning would have dealt so much less pain...

then we live our lies as though they were the truths, not knowing how many people we've been hurting in the process...

and then we decide to never clean up our tables ever again...(or at least until our roommates get mad at our mess)