Why

I often wonder why I picked this life?

There were other choice I could gave made, maybe worse, maybe more genuine.

I’ve been put down for almost 3 days by an office plague and that gives me too much time. Time for way too much tv, too much thinking.

I’ve chosen a life of hiding. It’s what I do and what I’m good at.

Some show I’m watching a lesbian power couple is discussing hiding parts of themselves and that got my brain going. 

I don’t know why I choose the traditional route. Sometimes I believe it’s so I can have dirty little secrets to keep. 

The problem is, after years of this…it feels like no one really knows you, including, you.