You told a side of you. Then you decided you wanted to keep it hidden. Try and cover it up. So with each new group of people, you play someone else. Hide your secrets. Trying to be someone else. Finding new crowds of people, friends, people to hang out with and not be yourself. Lying to them and deceiving them into thinking you're someone you're not.

I hate how whenever I want to reply to a journal it won't let me :S. But I can do everything else.

I'm doing this for me. Actually, for everyone.

I'm doing this for you.

whiteandpure77 said it best. What a shame.

I'm always here.

I have the guys bombarding me but you'd never give it a try.

ok, so while I don't have anyone who would drag me to bed, I thought the analogy was fitting. lol. :) (referring to previous post)

having that haunting, relentless, involuntary urge that draws you to go write is like someone dragging you to bed. yum.

It's almost as if you're waiting for me to die and you're not going to do anything about it even though you seem to think it could happen you don't even try