My Dear MonsterTo my dear Monsters,I used to be such a scared kid. I thought I saw things I didn't everywhere, like shadows, ghosts, monsters. I used to hear things that weren't there too. I was always so afraid. I was scared of the dark, scared of loud noises, spiders, heights, storms. I was such a whimp. I still am.I'm not scared of the dark anymore.You're not just in the dark anymore.Monsters don't exist in the dark, under the bed. You're in the mirror.I was always smiling. I've always been happy, I was always trying to cheer people up despite how scared or tired I was. I still do.Smiling is a natural defense. A barricade to stop people seeing what is really there. Words woven well enough can deceive even the most perceptive or people, deceit is a deadly weapon, yet it can be your greatest ally when you don't know what else you are meant to do.It's a harsh thing when you're too afraid to speak. To tell the people closest to you what is actually going through your mind. It's terrifying to no
Favourite text I have ever sent :)Me: "Time is annoying."Jacob: "Time is annoying?"Me: "Yes. Always on time for this and for that. Much more of this constantanious obsession with time which I seem to possess and I sorely fear I should turn into the white rabbit, scurrying about helplessly screeching "I'm Late" every moment of the day in a simply proposterous fashion...A typically untypical idea.."