I worry about myself sometimes... //captioned// I spent enough time wandering the blackness of my head and uncovering things I didn't know were there. I spent enough time wandering to uncover my anxiety. Enough time to uncover my uncertainty about religion. Enough time to create a new fear of standing out in a wrong way. Enough time to think about a certain person who makes me feel the color yellow to realize they are far better off without the colors black in their life. Enough time to realize I'm not happy. I sure seem like it, but masks can be very easy to find when you're faced with someone else's smile. My deary, empty, broken head. It's not like anyone has driven me into this hole, and that's the bad part.