Everything is confusing.

I need to be myself again and know precisely when it is time to be the actor. It is amusing when everything is confusing. Better to be in on the joke the world is afraid to admit, or ashamed to confess or, alternatively, eager to expose. How is it that I am all of the above? Theres got to be more than denial and drugs. Empty bottles are starting to feel less fun and the dizziness is deceiving.We could live in a dream.

Where is my liberty? Buried under a tree.