We all have masks that we put there for the rest of the world. Whether it be the congenial salesman or the person who is happy with herself, there's a mask for all of us.
I think I wear my mask too well. One comfortable with any intimacy is the face that I show to the world. Some will see that I struggle with it, while others will see the girl who has friends that she has come to trust with her life far too easily.
What about the real girl beneath? The one who forges connections on emotional levels, but when confronted with more freezes and spirals down a cycle of self abhorrence and destroyed confidence. Perhaps it is because of childhood abuse. No.... No perhaps.
Thanks family, for making the fucked up person that I am today.
I think I wear my mask too well. One comfortable with any intimacy is the face that I show to the world. Some will see that I struggle with it, while others will see the girl who has friends that she has come to trust with her life far too easily.
What about the real girl beneath? The one who forges connections on emotional levels, but when confronted with more freezes and spirals down a cycle of self abhorrence and destroyed confidence. Perhaps it is because of childhood abuse. No.... No perhaps.
Thanks family, for making the fucked up person that I am today.
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