Admin's Random Book of Shit 3

The truth

Ha. I never thought I'd be doing this...
Jase slipped her truth to us through a story, but I won't make it complicated.

Who you know me as, Kit, is half of me.

When I started Wattpad on this account in May or whenever, I was happy. I was lonely, yes, but happy. I had never self harmed, never met suicidal people, never even considered being one someday. Alex and Riley weren't real, they never had been. And then... I met you guys.

Wattpad is like a drug. It makes you happy, satisfies you. But at the same time, it brings sadness and pain. I became stressed, feeling like I wasn't good enough to save all my suicidal and depressed friends.

Hell, I was actually a little homophobic from my dad's influence... hard to believe I'm so gay now.

Alex and Riley were roleplay tools. I never had a split personality, or a twin brother. I was the oldest, always the oldest. But as I kept roleplaying with fake personalities, the characters came to life inside my head. I do hear their voices now, but it's of my own creation.

Who I truly am, is someone who hides behind a mask of exaggerations and lies to try and fit in. It's my only true dream. I tell white lies, which grow into a web of mistakes that I don't notice until I've slipped up.

I am a girl who lives with a poor family. I go to a private school because of how intelligent I am. I don't like it there, and I probably never will. I have two younger brothers, my parents are divorced with split custody. My "mom" is trans and gay-ish, he has a boyfriend. I live in Ohio. We aren't religious, we're political. We believe in the paranormal.

In real life, none of you would recognize me. I'm quiet when alone, always focused on something. When around multiple people, I'll try to single out my favorite and get them to myself and talk to them. I'm salty, a complete asshole. I've hurt people, so badly that they don't trust me. I'm a liar, I'm alone. People offer me things trying to make me feel happy, and I ignore them and shut them out. I talk too much. I get emotional over little things. I'm self conscious, always looking at myself to make sure my hair isn't frizzy (which it always is) or to suck in my stomach because I believe I look fat. I'm stubborn, and horrible with remembering assignments and projects.

So there. This was unnecessary, but I thought you should know the truth and the real me.