January 27, 1996 – Saturday – 6:35 p.m.

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?