I have been holding myself back on here lately, because I know you are watching. It isn't that I care what you think, it's the fact that you think of me at all that makes me shudder. The truth is, you do not know me. Maybe you think you did, once, but that was just a mirror I have long since shattered. It makes me feel ashamed sometimes, how long I kept myself buried under lies and platitudes and treaded on eggshells. But maybe I should be glad, because it means you have never known me at all. Maybe it is that comfort that prevents me from relaxing, but the more that I think about it, the more ridiculous it seems. It does not matter what I put on here because you have no power over me. You do not exist, and neither does whoever you think I am. Being more free with the pixels I create will do nothing to change that.