My idea of relationships has been jaded for a long time. I never really opened up to anyone completely. Not enough for them to see the real me. I’m a chameleon in a way. I camouflage just like the animal I’m terrified of. Oh, the irony of life. It’d always been easier to merge and transform to be like others than deal with the fall of being myself. How f****d up is that?
I never fully understood who I was in order to make someone else understand. All I knew was that I had weird thoughts at times, a different understanding of the world. I started learning there are other people who view life like me. Those are the people I found and held on to.
Now I know myself, but I didn’t always. Before, I was kind of lost and morphing from one person to another, shedding each skin as I transformed. F
