Many people think that they know me inside out.

Strangers instantly stereotype me. Acquaintances reckon that they know what kind of person I am. Friends love to self declare to others how well they know me, throwing adjectives to describe my personality/character.

Truth is, I deceived all of you into perceiving that I am transparent. Naive. Blur.

I have many faces. It just depends on which one I would like to show you and according to my mood.

Only besties are the ones who know how dark my thoughts and feelings really are and still love me. They have gone through my sporadic emotional outbursts. Thank goodness for God who made them stick around.

My mood swings are getting more erratic now. So erratic I take my frustrations out on anyone who tries to invade into my privacy on the pretext of "getting to know me."

You've picked the wrong target guys. Cos the [censored]'s roaring.