I wear a mask.

In a figurative sense.

Masks are quite interesting. They mask your existence, disguise you.

I wear mine as an outgoing person. Then I take it off and wear another one as a timid person.

I guess that wearing masks made acting  -- or lying -- easier for me. I can tell a lie with a straight face, feeling no fear. Because, of course, lies are simply a part of the truth.

But I never take part in plays or performances. I have a dislike for attention towards me. There's a reason behind that, but that story is for another time.

Wearing a mask makes things easier for me. Yet, it makes things more difficult.

I have no idea who I exactly am.

I am friendly with people I know, but I still act it. I am timid with strangers, but I still act it. I am angry and silent with my family, but I still act it.

My mood -- my emotions -- can change so quickly. Whenever I get angry with Mother, I cry soon after, but those tears dry up quickly.

I actually haven't cried for a number of years. The most I can pull out is my eyes watering -- any more and it hurts.

If I ever become a YouTuber, which I somewhat aim to be in the future, I want to wear a mask.

Things I do, draw, say -- they can have meanings behind them.

I once drew a Picasso art piece for school, where we had to draw something related to an important issue in the world.

I did mine on Depression.

Our homework was to describe the effects of things we did, why we did them.

I realised soon after that the paragraph I had written was quite large compared to others.

I found that out because my Art teacher put it in the school Newsletter. She apparently enjoys putting my work in it, because in the first issues out, my work is in it.

I really wish she told me. Like I mentioned earlier, I dislike attention.

Wow, I'm getting very off topic.

This was somewhat short, and not really related to masks all the way, but I hope you learnt something about me.

This was not supposed to be so dark though, so sorry.

~ Tsuzemi out!