I walk home, down a street that I've encountered one too many times before.

It's about noon, the sun is shining brightly and around me, countless cars pass by, people walk past.

The world seems to be in order. Everything seems to be in place. It feels like a perfect day.

And yet, my cold eyes stare. Stare at the flawless perfection in front of me.

Beneath this immaculate utopia lies the hard, dark truth.

One day, the exterior is going to crumble down and showcase the interior, the harsh reality of this world.

This blanket of happiness and joy is held together by something.

And when the day comes when that one little thing disappears, this facade is going to fall apart and the reality will be exposed.

And so I stare, waiting to find that one little thing.

Waiting for that day to come.

Hello! Welcome to my page-profile-thing. Wonder who I am? Well... *takes a deep breath*

I'm the kind of person who likes rainbows, unicorns, pretty colours and smiley faces, yet often chats with the dark verity of life.

I'm the kind of person who's always hyper and grinning and optimistic, yet screams at myself in quiet serenity about how paranoid and pessimistic and horrible I am.

I'm the kind of person who hates hypocrites, yet am one myself.

Basically I'm the kind of person who's at war with myself. Or maybe not. :)