What if I am the monster?
I realize I haven’t grown up, at all. I just got very fucking good at pretending I’m a grown up, and I’m so fucking depressed most of the time when I’m not pretending that I actually look like I’m not having fun, at all. Just like a grown-up. This is evident in the fact that my perception of grown ups (NO FUN) is very childish.
I can hear you singing to me in my sleep.