Two Years, Two Loves, No Better

Forgot this even existed. But I have much to type as always. Words and words keep flowing out of my hands from my head. Somehow needing to be heard, crying for attention in a world I hide from. Who can see me if I want not to be seen. I see myself in the mirror and ask this question. Mirrors don't answer back. True Story. So I change the face I see reflected and the ask again. Still no answer. Who has the answer I'm searching for? I can think of only one person and as of a couple weeks ago I get the luxury of going to voicemail. A well deserved sentence for my crimes, for there were many. Number 1 on the list of things never to do again is Lie. It hurts more people and myself more than I ever imagined. Life a decent and honest life and there's no need for it. I'm trying. I'm trying.