Inside, I don't really know who I am anymore. I put up this front that I'm some crazy bitch who nobody can mess with, but I'm really just a wreck. My make-up's cracked, and I get break outs now more than ever. I'm not who I was before, I've changed and I'd do anything to have the old me back. I don't want to be this different person, but I just don't know what to do with myself. But above everything, I just want to stop lying.
Here I am- laid bare on the table for everybody to look at my cards. Santana Lopez reveals all! Life's weird sometimes. You'd think that I'd be experienced at this sort of thing, a character study of the naked kind… But I'm not, and I just want it all to stop because I don't want to face another day of all this hurt because it gets to me. It really does. And I hate every second of it.
So, this is probably the only chance you'll ever get to really knowing me, because I don't let people in. Someone once told me I was like a book. I have a great cover, I open when asked but I don't have any words.
I don't have any substance.
And it's true.
I'm just a blank page.
-S