are you smart, or are you stupid? or are you right in the middle? if you are, you’re actually just stupid but too embarrassed to admit it! you’re welcome. however, if you think that you’re smart, come on down, let’s see how smart you really are playing the smarty pants game.

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so, please, come make a fool of yourself here at the smarty pants game: where our success comes from your ridicule!

i don’t know who i am or who my reflection is. i don’t what i like, and i don’t know what i don’t like. i don’t know what i love, and i don’t know what i hate. i know nothing about myself. i can’t even try to get to know myself, because who does that? like, “hi, nice to meet you, i’m you!” and then “nice to meet you too. i’m you!” that’s just weird.

i don’t have anything figured out in my life, but shouldn’t i already know who i am? isn’t that step 1 in being a human being, figuring out who you are and what you’re all about? i feel like i’m falling behind, and so is the version of me in the mirror.

i don’t know who’s staring back at me, but i don’t even know who “me” is. i’m so confused, and thats exactly what it’s like when i look in the mirror.

i’ve woken up from a dangerous sleep, realizing there’s no control for me to keep. there’s no friends or family to help me, cant be who i used to since none of its true. it was all faker than the happy faces i wear so much, having such a bright smile with dark eyes, plainly crying out for help.

this awakening is making me feel ruined, don’t know who i am, don’t know what’s brewing in my life. i was stabbed in the back with a knife, but you’re making it seem like my back is at fault. now i’m lonely, and left to deal with the end of it all.

how could you do this to me? look and see what you did, cause you can’t put a lid on your actions, or on me.

this awakening is making me feel stronger, even if it made me weaker. especially with my broken heart, but my outspoken eyes are finally open. now i know the truth, there’s nothing to help me soothe.

if i had to choose to start all over again, and love her fully knowing i’ll never actually get a chance, i’d do it. i’d do it a million times, just again and again and again. loving her is the most beautiful experience of my life, honestly, it’s just THE experience of my life.

she’s amazing and so wonderful, and i hope she’ll meet someone equally as perfect as she is. she definitely will, too, because she’s a beautiful, striking rose with not a single thorn even in sight. love and happiness is the books for her, it’s just me that’s not.

i’m fine, though, i’ve accepted it. she’ll never be mine, even if i’ll always be hers. it’s okay. it’s life, it’s just how things work, and at the end of the day, it’s only my feelings. it’s not really anything important, except it is, except not really because deep down i knew she was never going to choose me. my feelings were well prepared. kind of.

i never told anyone how i felt about her. not a single soul knows, and i thought that it was just because i was afraid of her finding out. i’ve come to realize that, no, i just wanted this to myself. people don’t have to know anyways, and neither does she. she’ll never know, but i always will. i’ll always love her, and she’ll never love me back. that’s my curse, but i love it. i love her. that’s why i have to let her go.