costumes up when it's not halloween

Today is a sloooow day. Happy Memorial Day mothafuckers. Sometimes I wish I didn't really know some people. I wish that I didn't really know who they are. I liked how they presented themselves, rather than their true selves. As time passes by, you start to see their quirks, their inner person, the real them. You judge them through your own values pitted against theirs. This happens. It's natural but it does happen. You look back in the past and you remember how they were and the image they presented. Then you open that door of theirs and you see who they really are. Everybody is shady, I'll you that right now. No matter how good of a person is, everyone is shady. It's just a matter of how well you hide it and how well you contain yourself. Everyone has deep dark desires, but to be able to let go of those is a true personality. This happens through maturity. I seen 40+ year olds that still hasn't fully grown up. You just have to be who you really are in the outside and in the inside at the same time. Accept who you are because if you have to be hidden behind a mask, then you don't really like who you are. Change yourself , or accept it, or be the monster, or be the weirdo, or be the cat, just be yourself. The best choice is to change who you are if you potray a different image. It's the hardest thing to do but it's the best thing for you. I'm glad I know who I'll be knowing in life. This makes some choices a lot easier. Time keeps chipping away and people start to unravel their costumes. Sometimes I don't like what I see and sometimes I'm glad that they really showed themselves. Love yourself. Be yourself. It's not halloween anymore.

*I made a poem but it later on started not making sense. So I just deleted it. Heh...