Pretentious

... is something we have to be at times. I do not enjoy doing it but sometimes doing it would make someone else feel happy. And when that someone else happens to be someone that you love, you wonder why they would even put you through it. Do they even know you well enough or care about you enough to have the heart to spare you from the whole agony? Action speaks louder than words. I get the point. Apparently blood carries the same fundamental issues and I can see it in mine too, ironically.