Sometimes I feel like my mind is this impenetrable bubble that I have a whole little universe in, but no one knows about. Like, I have all these fantasy worlds I build in my mind and characters I talk to (yes, I may or may not be a little crazy.) but to everyone else I'm just this normal, happy-go-lucky bookworm. But inside I'm actually this depressed MBTI obssesed nerd who can't sleep. I also have several internet accounts that are a secret from my parents, and several books I'm writing while my parents don't even know I like to write. Plus I'm bi, but my parents are homophobic and don't know about that either. So yeah, really no one but myself and the internet know who I really am.

I don't know why I have the urge to spill this to strangers who I barely know on the internet when  I can't even tell my secrets to my sister, who I'm super close to. When I interact with other people, it's like I'm giving them a mask that is my personality, but not who I really am. And honestly I do want to talk about things like this irl, but I just can't.

Yeah. That's me.