This is love, and agony, and obsession, and addiction.

It isn't a facade, the secrets grappled away from the light of day so as not to offend or harm. It isn't the natural filtration of words to prevent them from showing who I am. It isn't necessary, because here I am no one. I am nothing and I need not be anything more than thoughts and a battered voice to exhibit them.

Though most of all, above all else. This is truth.