Sunday, May 29, 2011

continued.

I will proofread every thought and action I do in the presence of you, in hopes that you would look at me in a way that does not suggest I am less. I will hold back my secret as well as the uglies that come along with it. I will hide more and more of myself with you. And as our relationship grows you will know less and less about me, even though you may think opposite.

This is usually how it goes. Usually... 

I have a secret.

Friday, May 27, 2011

continued.

In today's world you must be the person everyone wants you to be not who you truly are otherwise you will not make it very far. I did exactly that, for a while. 23 years and some. Whenever I meet someone new, I introduce myself as they would want me to introduce myself as. Making sure to omit every "ugly" detail out so that the person would be happy. So that this ineffectual person, can be pleased. So that this person does not have to deal with my lack of a ℽ-sarcoglycan.

"My name?" Does it truly matter. Our relationship will always be just superficial. "You can call me what ever you would like". After-all, it truly doesn't matter because its about your happiness not mine.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Intro-I have a secret..

I am not the girl I was several months ago.

I have a secret. A secret which I have shared by a few. A secret which is obvious. One who looks at me would not consider my secret such a secret but it defines me. It does not define me to what society today has written. Or does it? My secret is much more than that. My secret is not written and can not be seen. It is not told by society's misconception of me.

Several months ago I was a confident girl who knew where she was heading. I knew my future and all that was in it. I did not dare let anyone break down the stone walls that I have put up.  I needed these walls to protect me from today’s world and the people who were in it. If today’s world got  a hold of my secret I would be ruined.

I buried it deep so that no one would reach it. That’s what I thought
 
This is the emancipation of i, me if you think it sounds better...