Have you ever taken a bath, and been perfectly fine, just thinking happy things, until you started draining the tub? Normally this is where you get out but it’s a kind of cold day, especially for it being summer, so you wait in the tub to let the water slowly come off of you and evaporate away before you get out and feel completely frozen, and then when you’re sitting there, watching the water drain away, all you think about is the tall tales you’ve told, the little white lies, the times when you disappointed your classmates, the times when you were put on the spot for something but you didn’t come forward, and you just want to crawl and hide away? You wanna forget that you ever did these things, and that these little incessant and unimportant things didn’t come back to haunt you and to kill your spirits once you’d finally started to be happy, don’t you? and then you see the little whirlpool forming right at the drain itself, and you just wish all the little lies you told yourself to make you feel better about lying and all the dumb ass emotions like embarrassment and how terrible a kid you were and how you were a compulsive liar and how guilty that makes you feel, you want it to all float away into the bottom with the sewers and you’d never have to think of them again. But it doesn’t really happen that way. You see, these memories, or nightmares, really, will continue to come back when you least expect them, when you’d thought you’d forgotten about them, and how terrible a person you were, or still are, and you want them to leave you alone. And I’m one of those few people, who actually telling the truth and making people unhappy, it doesn’t make me feel like I’m doing the right thing. It makes me feel terrible, because I’m hurting someone. So sometimes I do it anyways, I lie to people, to myself, to everyone, just trying to make it go away. But it never really does. Just when you think you’ve forgotten something, it just pops right out of the ground again.

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