The chronicle which follows is that of the life of myself- Draco Malfoy as seen by me. The purpose of which is to differentiate between who I really am and the lies that I portray. Well, not lies really. The people I claimed to be never lied. They just neglected to mention that they never really existed but for the moments in which I brought them into existence. This is a game of mine.
I create characters- Fake personas, and I pass them off as myself. I make up everything. From the way I feel about certain people, to the foods I like, to my favorite colour. It's all made up, all a part of a character. It's a game that you will better understand once you're introduced to. I sometimes lose a sense of who I really am. I pretend to uphold the Malfoy name as it's part of my character, when in reality, it means absolutely nothing to me. Names don't mean anything when you're a fake.
Unless
it's for the purpose of my game, I prefer to be alone. I don't
want to let anyone in. I don't want to love anyone. I don't want
to hate anyone. I don't want to be emotionally attached whatsoever.
That's one reason why I started to play pretend like this. I
pretend I'm someone else, then no one gets to know me. People can
love or hate whoever they think I am and it makes no difference to
me.
No body knows me, and I like it that way. I portray a mask at
all times, and I sometimes use different masks around different
people. They think that just because they see a side of me that no
one else has seen, that then they've seen the 'true' me, and I
intend to keep it that way.
No one really gets close to me, and nothing means anything to me. It's all pretend- The trouble is, I'm getting tired of pretending.
