I know others view me as confident and strong, even though I feel everything but. My mom insists I am the strongest person she knows, mostly because when everyone else is hurting I appear to be the strong one. But I think that's it--it's all in appearance. Like when my grandfather was dying--I was the strong one, but inside I was just aching. The confidence is largely faked too. I am incredibly insecure, yet most people who know me would say they would never think of me that way. I'm pretty good at convincing them I'm not, I guess.
__________________
If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
|