i wonder why this conviction is turning me into a mad dog. i hate pretending but sometimes it leaves me with no choice. i have to smile only for the sake of being human. i never intend to console other souls simply for their own satisfaction but there are situations that i just have to stoop down to my own level. i saw the moon last night. i stared until my eyes got weary. i hop into bed thinking its beauty and found myself angry. like a mad dog i salivate at the sight of a potential victim but cringe as i dig my teeth onto its flesh!