There are few things more depressing than coming to the harsh realization that your parents, the two people who have the most unconditional love for you in this wretched world, don't know who you really are, and, despite the fact that you know they will love you regardless, you keep your true self hidden because of the shame you feel for disappointing their expectations.
I wish I could sit down and tell them everything about me, but I don't think that will ever happen. I am an outsider.
17 April 2008
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