What is it, to try, to provide, and not have that same decency returned?
Artificial. That's what people are, after the fact. That's what everyone ends up being, at the end of the day. Who even is real? Nobody's real. Everyone has their image, their version of themselves that they want to promote, that they want to portray. Everyone wants to be something, to show people a version of themselves that's better, more beautiful, more pristine, clean cut. But who even is that perfect, at the end of the day? Who even is that good, that right?
No one.
We're all fucking fake.
