i don’t say a lot of things i want to say here. i have many reasons for doing such. i may not feel it to be appropriate, i may not want you to know or i may think you won’t care. i guess i censor myself a lot. i have no problem with writing about me, my life, feelings, ridiculous stuff that means nothing. and although this may seem to make me an open person, in actual fact, i’m not.
i’m very expressive in some ways. if you do something wrong, you’ll know about it. but i’m not emotionally expressive. i find it hard to speak about something directly. which is why i write creatively. it makes the opening smaller, which means less probability of hurting myself, or someone else perhaps.
i think i could write a very interesting story of my life if i thought i wouldn’t be perceived differently, or looked upon with something but absence of any opinion (unless good). i want people to like me, just like everyone does. i also want to hold a little mystery. that’s not to say i want to be mysterious. i just don’t like the thought of being an open book. there’s no fun in that. i’ll do my best to be open with you, but i think i’ll struggle to give you the whole story.
you think you might know a lot about me. but we haven’t even scratched the surface. maybe one day i’ll put my self-censorship aside and write truth, fact, the absolute and entire thing of it. me, my life. it would be an interesting read.