I've never been one to show my true nature in a crowd. I put on an act. A mask or costume I slip on at any given notice. If someone asks me a question, or I meet someone new, I try to mask emotion. It saves me trouble. Nothing's wrong with that, but people spread rumors. What I'm like, who I like, my inner feelings. Some people regard me as cool, but others think me as weak, a pushover, companionate, badass, or depressed, nobody thinks I'm lonely. A person comes up to me. A couple words, a number exchange, never my real one. I've only found one person who I can really be honest to, and only to an extent. I never was comfortable talking to my family. It's like being judged. Everything you say, is being interpreted. Are they happy, are they sad with what you just said? Worst is the yelling. Failure is a sour word with an after bite. Another failure, another door closed and the door to the end looms closer.