Hello there.

I, like many others, enjoy pretending to be whom I dream of being.

I am quiet and refrain from sharing many details about myself to many others.  Sometimes I feel as though no one knows me; sometimes I feel I don't know myself.  Perhaps I am not yet anyone; I am still a kid after all.

Yet I am competent.  I have thoughts and feelings and morals, likes, and dislikes.  How can we not be when we already are?

(8.23.13)