Expectation is placed upon me. The expectation to always make the right decision. The expectation to always be there for those who mean most to me. The expectation to always do well in academics. The expectation to be me. How can you be you if you don't even truly know who you are? I have so many personalities, around different people, in different situations. It frustrates and confuses my entire being. I am the bitch, I am the saint. I am dirty, I am innocent. I am the domestic goddess, I am the rugby mad fan. I am outgoing, I am incredibly shy. I am the unfeeling robot, I am the girl who cries. I am brutally honest, I am a liar.
I am made up of contradictions.
Please someone tell me who I am.
(And don't just say my name.)
You're the kind, caring, endearing, psychological, lovable Sashimi. That's the side you've presented to me, anyway. And it works. I like you. What other effect could you want to create?
ReplyDeleteSasha, people are not just one thing, one set of personality chliches. You are all of the above, you just don't always show some of us. Tricky, but true.
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