i read other people’s answers, but i don’t do them myself.

i don’t post anything personal. and when i do, i make sure the meaning is twisted and carefully hidden away. 

i don’t post anything meaningful. i post things that may get people to understand the shell, but not what’s inside. plus, meaningful things are often personal.

i had a thought — how many of my friends actually know me? perhaps not many. and it’s not their fault. it’s utterly, completely mine.

i don’t like people knowing who i am — it’s scary. i fear that i’m too much of a hypocritical oaf that people might get hurt. when people get hurt because of me, i get hurt too. and as selfish as it sounds, i would prefer not to get hurt.

it’s weird when people know you. it’s weird, but it can be tolerated. it’s worrisome, however, when people know too much about you. what if they hurt you because they know your weakness?

i guess it’s just that then. i have a hard time trusting people. maybe it was because of the things that happened a long time ago (here i go again, not posting anything personal without making sure the meaning is hidden).

maybe i have a problem.  

maybe i’ve got a lot of introspection to do.

but will i?
maybe i won’t. because i’m too afraid of the consequences.