Unfiltered me

Today, as a growing 17-year-old, I realize that many of my juniors adore me, many of my classmates come to me for advice, and my family thinks highly of me. I try to give the people around me the idea that I'm a kind of perfect person, but we all know I'm not. This has led to many miscommunications throughout the past few years. I'm writing this to let everyone know that I am not perfect. My life has not been and will not be perfect. I'm a flawed person with many things to hide, including betrayals that have left me scarred and lies I've told that may have hurt those around me.

I'm writing this for all my loved ones and that one person who made me realize all this one night, all of a sudden. I told him it hurts, but I didn't want to talk about it. The truth is, I want to talk about it. I want to cry about it so badly that my sinuses are blocked as I'm writing this, and salty tears are swelling up in my eyes.

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