Before I began this story of myself and my thoughts, I would always catch myself thinking of these principles that made me who I am today. I had wanted to share them with someone, anyone, but they didn't need to know the darkness inside of me. I didn't want their pity or their judgement because I wanted their acceptance. Then, when I was past the initial stage of awkwardness with my friends and they became close, I realized that I had missed my chance to tell them. They were too close to me and thought they really knew the true me when I still held a mask to my face. I wouldn't be able to stand seeing the betrayal on their face the moment they saw what made the real me and why I hid and still hide myself.
Instead, I have made this. I can't tell those who know and trust me. I can't tell those who love me, so I say this all anonymously. I write this hiding behind a screen because I can't say it in person or utter it aloud.
I write this because I can post this with no strings attached. I suppose that those of us without the strength or confidence to speak up like to do things like that, no strings attached, remain Anonymous.
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Just An Enigma
RandomEnigma- noun a person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand. Is it strange to be both optimistic and pessimistic? Some like to call me a realist, but I also get called an idealist. Sometimes I'm too rude or too nice. So...
