if i haven’t already said this for you a million times, well, then you’re going to hear it again-i started school about two weeks ago, and yes it’s torture obviously, but i just realized something.
i don’t know who i am.
i hang out with a variety of people, mostly i just find someone in my class period to talk to. and i hate awkward silences, so i avoid them. and i realized that my method of avoiding silences is by changing my personality. every person i hang out with gets a different side of me. i change to accommodate what they like in a friend, so they’ll want to talk to me. here, let me break it down for you.
- my mom: caring
- my dad: joking and mostly avoiding messing up so he doesn’t yell at me.
- my sister: prank-y. i insult her all the time.
- my brothers: kind of mean, actually. i’m always scolding them for doing something wrong, and i really want to stop, but they’re just so annoying…
- friend M: trying so, so hard to say witty things. listening to her, but she always talks about herself, and never asks about me, but whatever.
- friend C: same as friend M. i’m pretty sure she hates me, so i constantly have to watch what i’m saying/doing.
- friend I: talk talk talk.
- friend K: try to be funny, which i’m totally not.
- friend H: loud and energetic
- friend S: everything is homework!!111!!
- friend P: talk talk talk.
i don’t really know if you can tell, but i’m not the same person for all these people. i’m constantly changing how i act and speak. i wanted to just stay the same person, but i also realized that i don’t know who that person is. i guess i’ve been changing for so long, that i don’t even know who i really am, how to act, what to say. i’m not a consistent person. i don’t know who i want to be, or how i want to act, or how i want to sound like.
i guess i’ve just been so focused on pleasing everyone around me that i never got around to pleasing myself. what kind of person do i want myself to be?
that’s what terrifies me.
i
don’t
know.
What about who type most comfortable to be?
yes, some people do give me comfort, but it’s more of a temporary illusion than genuine.
i think i get what you mean