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Date : Saturday, March 23, 2013
Time : 12:59 AM
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I want you to know. I want so many of you to know. It hurts to hide. I truly feel, that as my friends, that you can't really become my friend if you don't know what I hide. I'm doing this as your right. You have the right to shun me if you know what I really am. I'll understand if you turn your back on me - I'm used to it. I feel like I'm lying every time we talk and I sense your trust in me. I hate it. And yet I'm scared to do it, i'm scared to tell, because I'm scared you'll leave. Ironic, isn't it? Sometimes i feel like all I am is a self-righteous bum.