a Saturday night 11:46pm
I've created a label for myself. A visual that is seen as my overall person.
Someone that is quiet and keeps to themselves when in reality I sometimes crave a person that is always there.
Someone that is careless about most things when sometimes I'd like to express my worries without being seen as sad or emotionally unstable.
Someone that doesn't have problems but helps others with their own when in reality I don't exactly have anyone to complain my own thoughts to
I'm seen as the least fun person when in reality I'd like to sometimes do and create odd things without others asking me if I'm alright or seeming out of place.
I'm unable to do certain things without being questioned.
This dull facade that I've unfortunately bought upon myself limits the person I'd like to expose to many.
I'm indecisive, lazy, insecure, an over thinker, a second guesser, antisocial, quiet, selfish, a bit creative at times, always sleepy, and boring.
I'm able to admit these flaws and accept the person they somehow mold together.
And although I may never be able to break out of the visual everyone sees me as I'll have this failure of a diary to express my self in, but at the same time it gives me something to hide behind.
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