|
I'll be blunt and say that I'm very bothered by this. Not by your story, which frankly seems like so much teenage melodrama to me, but more by the fact that you cheerfully admit to having intentionally deceived all of us for an extended period of time. This isn't as simple as moving your birthdate back a year or four; you created an entire person, a person who some folks here may have gotten very attached to, who does not exist. You played us. With me, at least, you no longer have any credibility whatsoever.
But welcome back, I guess.
__________________
I wake up in the morning more tired than before I slept
I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
I get through thinkin' now, and the thoughts have left my head
I get through speakin' and I can't remember, not a word that I said
- Ben Harper, Show Me A Little Shame
|