no one can know anyone else really well. none. because most of the time you dont really know yourself, so how can other people know you better than you know yourself? the best they can, will be to have snippets of you, your behaviour, your actions, your words. in their mind, they form a complete picture that is 'you'. but is that really real?
even if we combine everyone you know and their opinions of 'you', we will still be unable to get an accurate depiction of yourself simply because most people do not divulge everything to others. everyone keeps a secret within them. you dont know mine, and i dont know yours. i might know the little itsy stuff that no one else knows but me, like how you secretly love singing and dancing, but no one knows. but these are all so SUPERFICIAL.
you cant know what anyone else is thinking, their inner turmoil, their thoughts and everything else as fully as they know themselves. and there're already so many people who are confused about their own identity and thoughts that they cant even portray them accurately even if they want to tell others.
just like you wont know what happened to me when i was 6. or when i was 8. or when i was 10. or when i was 11. or when i was 14. or 15. or just a week ago. scars might heal, but they stay. they dont just disappear overnight. no matter what you did since then, doesnt overshadow the fact that you did what you did.
ah fuck. just what kind of a rant is this. i just wanted to blog a nice decent post about my mundane life at home. and yet i came up with this crap. comp this sat. stress
i hate lying. not least to myself. argh
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