I'm still here. I just don't feel like writing.
It's fascinating how I can sometimes mislead people with my writing, as if they can decipher my entire character through my blog entries. Some take my words too literally. Just because you read these words doesn't mean you truly know me.
Perfect strangers might form an impression of me based on what I portray here. You're free to make assumptions, but please don't assume you understand my mind just from reading my thoughts. Remember, I choose what to share.
However, it stings when someone close reveals a character flaw you never knew existed. When we're angry, our words can cut deep, making you question how well they really know you.
Everyone keeps secrets; no one reveals their true self entirely. We all hold back a part of ourselves. It would be wonderful to find someone who knows me so well that even if I act out of character, they wouldn't judge me. Someone who understands my personality so deeply that nothing negative I do would change their opinion of me. No one's perfect, and I'm certainly not, but perhaps one day I'll meet someone who sees me as perfect for them.