And with every single moment you find out that things were not as they seemed. And with every single hope that just turned out to be nothing more than a silly manifestation.

Pieces of you start to peel away, chip off.

Yet you try so hard to remain adamant in the game--while at the same time wanting so hard to give up. So hard to give in. It's easier that way.

It gets to the point where you can't tell if these events, these mishaps are making you stronger, or numb.



Because the two are definitely not the same.