Faking Organisms.

Who are these people?

These people that go about wearing womenmasks and menmasks?

They're so fake.

You know the kind, right?

The ones who'll be nice to your face. Tell you that you're doing a good job, tell you that you look fabulous, laugh with you. Maybe they bring you lunch sometimes. I dunno.

Once you leave the room, it's a different story.

You're terrible. You're ugly. You're unprofessional. You've "let yourself go".
Then they laugh at you.

Who are these liars that walk around smiling?
Promising you things that will never happen then think its a joke when you're upset.

The liars, the fakers, the takers, the "fair weather friends". They're there while the good's going and gone when the good's gone. The worst kind stick around to keep your face in the dirt.

The one thing I learned from my stay in the psyche ward is that while crazy, people tend to be quite honest but when you catch them in a lie, they kinda just...give up on it. (More tea?)

You had to be held (literally) accountable in there. Damn, did I ever hate the depressing paint job of that hospital.

Who are these people and why do they do it? Why does suffering make them happier? Little drops of suffering and they think your life is just a fucking joke.

I hate them so much. I hate them until my heart hurts.