I find it difficult to speak honestly here. I never feel as though i'm not being true to both myself and you. I feel as though i have so many different moods, so many faces. I can never show them all, and this upsets me. I never know wether to speak with the cryptic-poetic tone i seem to be constantly writing in, or, talk without metaphors and hidden meanings, while concealing my other, more honest side. I try to just let it come, but, while the words pour out and form words and sentances, they're still just strings of letters. They can't capture my true feelings.

Still, my voice remains ever hidden, my soul concealed. And i am unhappy.