What's wrong with your mind? You are faultless, others are imperfect. What you try to adumbrate is the reality of your mistakes for which you and you alone are responsible. You publicise the ecstacy of your life... but what's running through your vains to cause the pain- forcing you to masquerade your life with images of perfection
I adore the person with cracks and lines through their life, they have an air of truth about them.. Those with real stories of hurt, of growth. Of reality.