Walls...walls are a scary fucking part of me. I'm not always happy about them, and wish I was better at seeing them on other people.

that leads me to wonder if anyone ever really meets anyone.

Jesus christ, this is a depressing and beautiful line. And no. I don't think we do. There are people who've seen a lot of who I am at any given instant in time, and even a few who've seen a lot of who I am over a few months, years. But no one who I could say with confidence has really met what is truly me. And I don't know that I can say I've truly met anyone. There are masks that are good to keep, after all, as well. Even if you love someone, you cannot help but be annoyed by them once in a while.

You've reminded me of another quote, from Something*Positive: "Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable."

I bet there's another step to take, too, but I'm not positive I know what it is.

*pets* It's okay to be uninformed. Your comment was plenty interesting.

And I am pretty sure I did enjoy my next few days, thank you.

~Sor