I’ve gotten a lot of reading done today. And just now I was sitting here on my bed looking out my window. And I wondered….do people really know me? When I’m around other people, I’m always talking and laughing, but when it’s just me… I am quiet.
It’s just me. Just me and myself.
Perhaps I am my own best friend.
I wonder if there will ever be a person on this planet who will know the real me.
Or I am the only one who gets to?