This is my story.
So, cards on the table then shall I??
I am bi-polar, narcissistic, sociopath, who has spent the majority of my time in life trying hard to be someone I'm not, that is, a decent person.
This journal will be my crutch, I will be using it to pen my thoughts, unburden myself of some of my past crimes that I still, to this day, barely even admit to myself, and maybe tell the occasional story of how I came to this be the person I am today.
I often find myself a stranger, alone and isolated, even when I am surrounded by those closest to me. I relate to no-one, I simply possess a vast collection of masks of which I am highly adept at wielding. A mask of a friend, a mask of a sibling, a mask of a co-worker, a lover, a parent, a tutor, a leader, a gamer, a nerd, a jock, a mask to be whomever I choose to be at any given moment. But unlike others, a also possess hybrid masks, masks forged from circumstance that allow me to be multiple personas at any given time.
But this leaves me hollow, and alone. For I am not me.