i am illusion—i hide in the places you never think to look, in your best friend’s tears and your mother’s silence. maybe i don’t make the wisest decisions or the most heartfelt ones—i am rash and thoughtless and utterly lacking in discretion—but here are my words, my thoughts, because i am too young to restrain them but too old to have lost them in this frenetic web of mind. follow, follow the downward spiral that is simply me because it isn’t brilliant or shocking or revolutionary, but it is honest, it is true and sure and young in ways far beyond words.