I hide who I am, sometimes. It's surprisingly difficult to admit that. Probably because on some level it's an admission that sometimes I lie. I don't ever mean to. Not intentionally, anyways. And yet, it still happens. Because most of my lies in life have been by way of omission.
'we use well practiced vulnerability....' Ouch, that hit a nerve. What a poseur I can be and the sad thing right now is that I'm too depressed to care. Yet everyone tells me I wear my heart on my sleeve. And somehow Kevin I suspect that your authentic self shines through even when you think you've shut yourself down.
'we use well practiced vulnerability....' Ouch, that hit a nerve. What a poseur I can be and the sad thing right now is that I'm too depressed to care. Yet everyone tells me I wear my heart on my sleeve. And somehow Kevin I suspect that your authentic self shines through even when you think you've shut yourself down.