the old script, it still knows the lines, scary how easily i fell back into it. but maybe that's the game, how many masks can i wear before the real one shatters? and what if there isn't one, what if it's just masks all the way down. Muscle memory isn't just in the body. The mind grooves pathways too, and they run deep. Sometimes I think the 'real' me is just the one who's tired of performing, the one who lets the masks slip without even noticing anymore.