"You think this is bad, you should see it up here"-K.V.

Constant conflict of personal existence. I find myself constantly questioning who I am to others. I know myself. I know myself quite well actually, yet I don't know if I am who I am to you and is that the same me as I am to me? Nope. I know my flaws. I know my strengths. I know my fears and who I've always wanted to be. But have I achieved that? The things people get me or say to me or say reminded them of me, illustrates a completely different person than I truly am, yet I can see how they'd gather that illusion. I know my flaws. I wonder if people speak of them when I'm not there. My true flaws. Half the time opinions aren't factual of my real self. Unattractive opinions that is. Well, any opinions that is. I suppose I've constructed a mystery. A puzzle if you will. I didn't start this consciously that much I can tell you. But it's doubtful that any has caught on fully. I know my flaws. And I'm not trying to hide it so much. I've given off clues, yet maybe I'm speaking things in another language. One that no one understands but me. How terribly tragic would that be. Never being figured out? The language only one knew? How terribly lonely. I know my flaws and more....