phony

And how will I find the right words? All I’m about to say and write, all of them, feels so untrue and forced. How am I supposed to describe the hallow point of it all? I never intend to be pretentious with my words and with what I feel. I never intend to be the root of shameless fabrications displayed to anyone, particularly to myself. Maybe the right words do not exist at all. Maybe the right words are never right after all.