KytaFreesky

Forgive me if I don't talk much. It's loud enough in my head. Also forgive me if I talk too much. I need to know if I can still hear myself.

So, this is my life. And I want you, dear reader, to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

The mind is a powerful thing. I know what it's like to be afraid of your own mind. My mind tells me I'm fine as I hear the call of the void.

People tell me their secrets. I think it's because they know I have no one to betray them to. That's also why I keep so many of my own.

If only, if only, there was a way. To bring an understanding to all people today. Then maybe, just maybe, my mask would fall away.

I wish people could take a look through my eyes, see others how I see them, and see me how I see myself. Maybe then they'd realize who I am.

I walk the road of sorrows deep, and the path is very steep. I try to follow the footsteps I see, but the wind blows my guide away from me.

I went through the darkness that covers me, deep as the pit I found myself in. But where is the light? I cannot tell. I must be stuck again.

For the longest time, I have been afraid. Fearful of what people would think if I showed the truth. I have no need to show my true self.

Something seems to lead me on. I wonder if it's guiding me to the light, or to more darkness. Perhaps I'm not the only ghost in this place.

I decided to take a break from Minecraft in general. But I'm back now. I feel... determined. (I finally broke down and finished Undertale.)

To all those (including myself) who celebrate it and/or have someone serving: Hope you have a Memorial Day that is worth storing in memory.

Once, underneath the stars I saw in the sky of this planet I don't call home, I wished death. I was saved by my mask. My sanity lives in it.

Everyone has their own unique life experiences which make them who they uniquely are. Mine are just as unique to me, as yours are to you.

If I were to ever take off this mask of mine, I think that I would have to be empty inside, and ready to reveal all the secrets that I hide.

I hide my true face in hopes I can leave this place with no trace of the fears and worries that I can not erase from its hard empty space.

There was a time when I didn't wear a mask. I hid myself with the dark instead, because I thought the dark was safe. It was, but I was not.

Don't judge me. I judge myself harshly enough. I don't need more people judging me for who they only perceive me to be.

I was once asked, "Your true face... What kind of face is it? I wonder... The face under the mask... Is that your true face?" I wish I knew.

The mask I wear hides not just my identity. I hide my emotion, tears and fears in my mask so people think I am as "normal" as them. I'm not.