There's something disconcerting about the life I've chosen to live. I've stated on numerous occasion that I am a liar and a fake but still find myself faced with irritation when people are faced with such deceit firsthand.  It's a bit laughable the lengths I go to destroy relationships though. If anything, it more than likely stems from the overwhelming desire to be free.

Confinement. Hatred. Two words that are synonymous currently. Whenever possible, I avoid walking on sidewalks. There's nothing more appreciativethan the space granted by the middle of the road. That's just how it started  however. Eventually of course my endeavors for the elusive dared develop into something much more, dare I say, sinister?

I've long resigned my communicative fate as being one of a Skype nature. It's cheaper to maintain and there's something alluring about knowing at any moment I can just pick up and disappear with no one essentially the wiser. No place to call home sure, but then again, no reason for such a matter at this stage in the game anyway. People will believe anything they want to believe and who am I not to facilitate such perceptions even if they already are true to begin with?

However, I don't think I'll ever be far enough away to truly be free.