I, like many others, enjoy pretending to be whom I dream of being.
I am quiet and refrain from sharing many details about myself to many others. Sometimes I feel as though no one knows me; sometimes I feel I don't know myself. Perhaps I am not yet anyone; I am still a kid after all.
Yet I am competent. I have thoughts and feelings and morals, likes, and dislikes. How can we not be when we already are?
- South Carolina
- JoinedFebruary 11, 2013