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Mood:
Done

So,


Apparently, it's true. I am a complete and utter fake. A liar, even.

As Holden Caulfield put it, a phony.

I wear a mask for the world because I fear that no one has any interest in being around The Real Me. My humour is a ploy so that people will like me. I am loud and outrageous so people will pay attention to me. I play at being "cool" so people will we respect me.

Well, no more.

I'm done.

From now on, I will just be myself. No more jokes, no more flirting, nor more "out there" opinions to get people's attention, no exaggerrating. No more being clever. I will no longer play to the crowd.

This performance is over.



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