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I am different.
I'm.. I don't know
There's only one thing I'm honestly scared of, and that's myself.
Most
of the time I don't even notice it, but at some quiet evenings when I'm
alone, I bury my head in my hands and go through all the "whys" and
"what ifs", and in this silence I become very self-aware.
This self-awareness lets out my greatest demons, I go through my past. 5 minutes ago, yesterday, a year ago.
All those moments, all those people. They have meant nothing to me.
Which brings me to my next question, what is "me"?
It's
funny. There is no real me, when I come to think of it, there really is
no "me" in me. I'm just a shallow, a mere shell of a person who
deviates accordingly to his surroundings.
I'm like a mirror, I
change and form depending on the people who look at me, I change into
something they like, somethign they can adore and trust, but this mirror
is something I will try to get them stuck into, I try to please
everyone, I try to control them, and I don't even realize it.
The
illusion of my "personality" is so good no one notices it, even I have
difficult pinning it down, sure, people have wondered why I'm sometimes
so mysterious about my past and my personal things and feelings, but I
have always turned the conversation to something else.
I have never spoken about my personal feelings to anyone, save for a few drunken rabblings.
As you might have guessed, I'm a quite charming guy, I can be so sweet and nice, handsome too.
But I have abandoned ALL potential lovers, every single one of them.
It's
like I'm a binary human being: If I get too close to someone
emotionally, I unintetionally fear the ultimate and inevitable
abandonment. Thus, I distance myself and act cruelly and bring about the
very abandonment that I feared in the first place.
In this paradox, lies my sorrow. |