I think it’s funny how people think they know me, but they really don’t. In fact, no one does. And I feel like everyone around me that’s my age is an open book, all hoping to be read, while I show my cover and hope everyone thinks that’s all there is to me, even though there’s enough they don’t know about me to fill a book. A wise man once said that those who are silent have the loudest minds, and I feel like that's me in a sentence. I'm supposed to be this girl who studies and works really hard at school curriculum, when in fact, I'm one of those lucky people who can get an A through minimal effort. And people think I don't go out much because I'm different and because my parents don't let me, when in truth I don't go because it’s not the right place for a Christian to be, so it’s not the right place for me to be. What people don't know is that I write, I read, I cry a lot, I miss my dad because he has to work in another country to make money, I strive to learn more and I feel insecure about how I look and about my life. I'm scared of what people think of me and I'm scared of being independent, which I’m working on. But these are the things I can’t share with my classmates, and I feel I shouldn't share with my family, in fear of embarrassment and pity. There's so many layers to me, and no one person has seen them all, some have just seen more than others, and different people have been allowed to see different layers, but no single person has had the opportunity privilege (winky face) to see each and every layer of me. Hopefully until now.
