It’s not about being nice.

What’s one thing you know now that would have saved your younger self a lot of pain?

I’ve worn a mask for my entire life. To hide my ego, my anger, my sadness, and my madness from those around me. I’ve tried to be a pleasant guy all my life. But my eyes give up the charade. The words don’t ring true. People walk away thinking that my head is in the clouds. But it’s down at my feet, drowning in a puddle of my own blood.

I wish I would’ve had the guts to have purged these demons when I was younger. Been more assertive. I wish I would have been more of an asshole. Gotten my ass kicked. Acted up when I felt crazy. Instead I bottled it all in trying to be a pleasant kid. Now I don’t know who I am. And I don’t know if I’m truly nice or just playing pretend. It’s not about being nice. It’s about finding productive ways of showing the world who you truly are.

Thank you for reading.