feeling alive?
i had a long talk with my bf last night. what do i say? everyone who doesn't "really" know me, thinks of me as some pure little untouchable princess. oh, boy, can i play the game. if they only knew the truth of my life. evan keeps apologizing for things that are all too familiar. how do you express when a reaction isn't from shock, surprise or discomfort but from the touch being too familiar and bring out old feelings and thoughts.
maybe no one else feels it, but i often feel caught between the past and the present. caught between the side of me that participated and the side that revolted. caught between my image and my soul.
who everyone sees on the outside is not me, is not the one who goes to school and is not the one at the dinner table.
i'm tired of the game and tired of being who i am not. it is hard to keep pretending and never quite saying what you want to say, never quite revealing yourself or the truth. never quite being real.... which feels like i'm never quite being alive, more of a robotic existence.
what would it feel like to be free to be alive?