I've been roaming around, always looking down and all I see, painted faces fill the places I can't reach. You know that I could use somebody Someone like you

So lately I've been wishing I had a secret. Not a terrible, life-endangering kind. Just a quiet one. The kind I could hide under my bed or beneath the clutter in my closet. The kind you take out and look at but always put back away.One that no one would know but me. Why? You may ask. Why do you want a secret? Because someday I want someone to know everything there is to know about me. I want to be able to say, without any doubt, "that person knows me better than anyone else" and for it to be the truth.

People are funny aren’t they? They like to say things like “be yourself” and “if you’re not good enough for them than they don’t deserve to know you” but. Then they think that if you’re different than them then there’s got to be something wrong with you. Like there are only one or two kinds of people in the world. And it’s not possible for the me that I am to be quieter than them? Or less apt to speak my mind? So what if I am not funny or quick or flirty or loud? I will be myself and they can’t make me change. I will be exactly the way that I want to be. Try and make me be anything else.

I don't understand what this is here for. For me? for you? For the hacker that gets onto my account and thinks, "what a spaz you are. What a complete and total loon."? However, I very much like the font. The way the letters look. That may why I'm writing so much. I miss the days of typewriters. Okay, so I wasn't really around in those days but. I like the idea of typewriters. Maybe when I get some money together I'll get one for myself. I like the idea that once a word on a typewriter is imprinted on the page, there's no going back. That word is going to be there. Forever. You make a mistake and it's stuck that way. Isn't there something a little comforting about that fact? Isn't there something true? I think there is