I've never thought of myself as a good person.
I've never claimed to be one.
Keeping myself locked because I know that no one would like to see what's inside.
You fall for my sweet yet dumb persona. you assume that I am kind.
I sway you away from your curiosity.
You want to know me, and I let you in just enough to keep you pleased.
Give you my laughter and my random thoughts. Buy you a drink. Give you a dance. Give you a smile.
I tell you a curated opinion. I tell you my name. No. Not my real name.
Does it matter what my real name is?
The one I gave feels the most like me.
I said it playfully, so I must be kidding.
Would you like a different name? You can pick one yourself.
Would you like to pull at my strings?
I'm so easy to get on with, right? A sweet smile. Polite conversation. A nod and a wave from across the room.
Would you like to see inside my mind? Here's a window. Why don't you look inside?
This room is pretty nice, right? Just enough to keep you intrigued. Not enough for me to be considered bad. Damaged. Broken. Irreparable.
It looks comfy, right? Would you like to come inside? We're friends after all, right?
What, that door? No, there's nothing behind that door.
Just an empty room.
Actually the rest of this place is empty.
What, those boxes? Also empty.
Didn't you know? Everything's empty.
No, I've never considered myself a good person.
I barely even consider myself a person at all.
Just a shell full of empty rooms.
Why don't you try to make yourself at home?
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The diary of Seth Alexander
Non-Fictionas the title suggests, this is legit going to be my diary. and yes, most diaries are supposed to be secret, but I have always been an open book. I like to pretend to be mysterious, but the people around me will all tell you that I am am someone who...
