Musings of a real girl in the real word

Life has many doors and mirrors

I seem to find myself wondering what people are truly about who do you really know and who really knows you. Do I have some sort of facade that one person might be able to see through yet another person never really sees anything but the facade. Do they never see past the facade because they don't bother to look as they are busing putting up their own facade. 

You may wonder why all the questions and deep seeted thinking well here is the reason.

I'm starting to find myself wondering which if my friends are the true friends.. the ones that are not just there for the ride and the high but are also there for the moments where all i want to do is sit in a corner and let it all rip... let go of my inner feelings, let the tears fall and emotions out. Which of my friends can I show the broken me and know afterwards they won't hold onto that moment or tread water carefully but remember it for what it is.... that moment where I broke down and just needed that person holding my hand while i broke down and put myself together. I'm wondering if once i've broken down will you also look at me and see me as the broken doll or be able to remember the true me.. the me that's there 99.9% of the time. The one that is bubbly, smiles, makes the effort, laughs but most of all is there for you. That's how I want my friends to see me, but I also want them to remember that I am a person after all.. A person with so many emotions and feelings, I sometimes wonder if I feel too much but then is there really too much of anything. 

I know that to you this paragraph may seem like a bunch of jumbled sentences but to me it's putting it out there today. It's letting an emotion go, letting a thought out there and if you can relate well then you know that you are not alone that there is someone like you out there.