You...

          I feel as if everyone around me is, to some extent… blind. I see who I am, and I know who they project themselves as, but not a single one of them knows who I am, or for that matter, shows who they really are. In a sense, the masking of things about yourself in order to project an image that you deem more admirable (than the truth) by others, is telling us something about you that you don’t mean to say... You don’t like some part of yourself and since you don’t like it you feel as if others won’t either. You begin to take shame in that part of you and as a result you cover it up with acts and illusions. You project what you want others to view as you, hiding that part of yourself even you can’t stand…