"That's the thing...
the day before your whole life changes forever...
feels just like any other day."
Can I ever just be...without feeling let down?
Without feeling like the blocks that I so carefully stacked up...are falling down around me?
Are things ever what they seem? Or is everything a facade?
I want to scream. To cry. To throw things.
But, I don't. I smile. I carry on. Because that's what I do.
Hell...I'm a facade, too.