You Don’t Really Like Me, Do You?
I enjoy writing. Infact, just sometimes, I write too much for unnecessary things. I have been considering doing this for a while now, but I never had the balls to start. So here I am, when I should really be in bed as I know I’ll wake up with regret when my alarm goes off, wishing that I had slept earlier. But instead, I’m am writing. I’m not even sure if anyone will read this - maybe it’s a good thing.
I’ve never really told anyone what goes in my head. I think college was my peak of ‘expressing’ myself and that was done through art. I think I lied to a good amount of people about my work. “I did it because I think it looks pretty.” Well technically, I wasn’t really lying as it was one of the reasons I produced my work. But the photos I took, ‘You Don’t Really Like Me, Do You?’ and ‘I’m Am Not Here. Really.’ were actually self portraits of myself and my mind. My battle with my social phobia. I will write about it soon. I’m just not quite ready yet.