I hate it when people give me the wrong idea about them. Worse, when people make me know them the wrong way. I hate false promises so, please, come as you are. Don't pretend, 'cause I hate doing the same.
I don't like that feeling when I realized that people had a tendency to become fake--so do I.
And I don't really like caring too much. It sucks when you realize people you care for so much don't do or feel the same. BUT, I care about how people feel and how I make people feel. That proves I'm not insensitive.
I could get real insecure. But at the end of the day, I can't force myself to be anybody else, but I could try to be better.
I write to escape. I read to do the same. The real world scares me. Most of the time, it's better to build a world of my own or explore someone else's to survive.
I don't think you could really learn anything about me if I list down random facts. None of it really tells about myself. Knowing that my favorite color is yellow, what my genre in music is and the list of stuff I love would only make you conclude--not know--about me.
I'm a Christian. Jesus Christ is my Lord, God and Savior and it's nothing I'm ashamed about.
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