I sit here talking, LOLing, rping, hiding behind a message board. I keep the real me inside but I keep the real me buried deep inside me. All my aspirations, kinks, likes, hates, loves, wants, goals, I hide them inside. I put up walls with happy faces that crumble. Its why I have 25 different fursona forms and why I’ll always want more. I have no friends i can actually call friends around me anymore. I left the real ones behind. I talk like I can run the world but every time I try the world runs me, right back into my corner. All of you only know a third or 2 thirds of me but none of you know all of me. I’ve done things that would surprise and disgust some. Don’t worry it has nothing to do with blades ( i hate gore and blood and pain) and it has nothing to do with drugs ( i dont plan to ever start either). Its far more tame than that. Some do know but dont mention it because I’m to shy to own up to it. Others are none the wiser. The real me i keep each part to its respected areas. And each area is becoming its own tectonic plate on the planet that is me. Bumping heads causing earthquakes, pulling me apart, and leaving whats left to pick up itself. I dont know what to do or how to do it all I know is I want to do it. The messages i send and words I say are a broken record repeating the knowledge that I myself dont actually use. How do all those rich bastards keep their minds on track. I dont know but I’d really like to. Dont worry, I’m fine. Just letting out a little bit of sadness.
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