Oh my god, that Kiara's shameless.

Einstein was right. I came home to escape my problems, in so doing immersing myself in an equally troublesome set of circumstances.

I never learn.

I'll break down before this is over, maybe they'll take my ashes and make some glass.
I will do it all with a smile. You think you see it, you think you understand this drama.

I dance through life, don't I? Love the elegant irony, the degradation of my self-esteem. Whore and handmaiden. That's right. It's a paradox. Messing with your pretty notions of me? Yeah, tug on the ribbon, unwrap the truth, try it. I dare you. Think you see even half?

Think again. You don't know the half of it. Watch me spend the cash I get cleaning up others shit, feeding their lardy asses. Watch me smile. See this gloss-covered venom? This is for you. Watch me hating this self 24/7 so you don't have to. Saccharine sarcasm? You don't have a clue.

I'm dying by good measures, and becoming something loathsome. I've ripped out my heart and sold it on the black market. I'm bleeding for fun and profit. I'm selling out by the second, and loving every minute of it. Ruining this lifetime for the mildly inspiring end.

At least I can make it look good.