"Tell me something about myself."
"What, you don't believe me?"
"Of course not! Who would believe something like that, from a guy like you in a world like this?"
"A guy like me?"
"You know the button down, trust fund pretty boys. I never believe a word you all say, and now you expect me to believe this?
"Temaki…"
"I rest my case."
And then he did what he said he wouldn't.
"Temari…"
He was happy. There was nothing wrong with him and he was surrounded by wonderful people and his life was picture perfect. Except that's what it was, picture perfect. But because a picture is not reality that's what makes it perfect. In fact, his life was not perfect, there was something wrong with him, very wrong with him. And the wonderful people he was surrounded by were not wonderful at all. But he was happy, as long as his veracity with himself stayed false, he was happy. And who was he to ruin his own happiness?
