Chronicles of Being Catfished: Was I Living a Lie?

As I keep on writing this,
     I really feel like crying.

To cry,
     To let it all out.

I don't want the pain.

I don't want this empty void.

I don't want to be reminded of him.

And yet, I don't want to forget.

The things he taught, the memories we shared.


Seashells.
Food.
People.
Morals.
Life.

Were these all a lie?

Was I living a lie for 1.25 years?



tO b3 conTinu3d..