People have told me often that they know who I am...that they know everything about me. But how can that be when all I talk about is my family and their wacky adventures. How can that be when all I do is express how they feel and/or felt at the time.
Nobody knows me really and I love that aspect about myself. I love the fact that at times when people start to think they know me, I surprise them greatly. The fact that I'm not perfect in any possible way I think surprises people. To bad they judged me before they got to know one thing about me. And believe me I've been friends with this girl for two whole years and she knows nothing about me...even this girl I personally knew for four years had no clue who I am. I guess I'm just paranoid that if any one really knows me then they would betray me...maybe thats why I can't get close to anyone.
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