with my head in the clouds

I realized today—or, rather, have finally, reluctantly, submitted to—the plain truth which has always lurked under my arrogant and stubborn, "I'm too intellectual for you" facade routinely used to shelter my stupidity; a facade I have continued to wield from so long ago, so habitually, that ergo so slowly developed into a sadly delusional belief, the truth to be lost in the haze of my sweet delusion. How dare I let myself fall under the deception that my parents, my experiences, the world, may have endowed in me even a smidgen of intelligence, let alone muse the possibility, at all? I have nothing to say for myself. This only further proves the foolish, hollow simpleton life, for lack of better terms, I lead.