Life will surprise you by how much you still don’t know a person when you think you actually do.
I’m a very open and expressive person. I write about whatever I feel like writing. I tweet about whatever I feel like tweeting. I express myself in a lot of ways. Sometimes my facial expressions give away what I am feeling. It can’t be helped. I’m that type of person who feels very uncomfortable repressing my emotions. And I will do whatever it takes to release them.
Although I’m quite expressive, I am also private in a lot of ways. You might wonder how do I manage being open and private at the same time, but I really have a lot of things kept inside. I’m sensitive but sometimes I look as if I don’t give a fuck. Nobody really knows what goes through my head.
I feel misunderstood most of the time. I’m always disappointed but never surprised. People think that you are this type of person when in fact you are not that person, not even the slightest bit. That’s why I have always felt like explaining myself, why I do the things I do and why I say the things I say. But really, I’m getting sick of it. I’m getting sick of all the false assumptions. I’m getting sick of feeling like I have to justify myself even when they don’t even have the right to hear them.
I’m just so tired of having to deal with people’s different images of me. I’m just trying to be as real as I can be. If it offends you, know that I have no intentions of offending anyone. Maybe you don’t really know me after all. All I can say is I am me. I get tired of being kind. I get tired of dealing with everyone. Because I’m just human. And I am not obliged to be there for everyone when I can’t even be there for myself.
When you truly love and care for someone, you make room for their lapses. I’m trying to be a good person but it doesn’t mean I won’t make mistakes. I will make mistakes, lots of them. All I ask is a little time, a little patience, and a little trust.