Rumfork Sages

I want you to pretend with me.

I want you to pretend that life is fair. I want you to pretend that you are happy. I want you to pretend that every second of everyday isn't yet another massive disappointment, because try as you might, you can't live up to the expectations of yourself or others.

I want you to pretend that you are where you want to be, doing what you want to do. I want you to pretend that you have no vices, and that you are too strong to succumb to that kind of thing. I want you to pretend that you aren't the type of weak person that enters some form of intoxication in order to avoid dealing with reality.

I want you to pretend that you don't live and die with every basket, touchdown, or home run. I want you to pretend that music don't mean more to you than everyone else in the world, and that you cannot comprehend how people like what they do, and that every new T-Pain song doesn't kill you inside just a little bit more.

I want you to pretend that you don't miss your ex. I want you to pretend that you don't still want her to come back to you even though you really do hate her. I want you to pretend that you get along with your family and that everything works with them. I want you to pretend that you have any fucking clue about what you want to do with your life.

Or maybe it's just me who wants to pretend.