In my head.

I am a devoted daydreamer, fantasizing about the unfathomable, the unattainable.
I am a fibber and a story teller, I lie to make some love me, to others to ascertain hate.
I am in love with the thought of love, and push it away when it finally appears.
I fall far too quickly, far too fast, far to much and far too often.
I wear masks on top of masks, I rarely know who I myself am anymore.
I fake being sad just to get sympathy, this in turn develops into misery.
I revel in the misery, I bring it on myself to give myself and excuse for not being happy.
I wish for the same thing every night, on every star, knowing it won't come to pass.
I believe in hope far more than I should. And I should hope for far more than I believe.
I believe that Fate is absolute, but I don't believe it impossible to outwit her.
I can do the impossible, I am smarter than you, I can predict the future.
I believe that I will never die, I'm not immortal, death just isn't in my cards.
I have referred to myself 25 times in the present tense so far.
I can continue this list forever, and I will.
In my head.