I wear a mask. Sometimes my quirks slip around it, but once someone notices that they're there, I reign them back in. One strange look from another person and I run for my shell. I don't know why it matters to me so much, but I crave acceptance from people. I crave love.
The funny thing is that I'm content with who I am at the core. I'm pretty weird, but I don't mind when I'm by myself. It's just that I wonder if anyone will ever really see me for all that I am and be okay with it - like it, even. Then I wonder if I'll ever let anyone get close enough to actually know the inside me. I want to. I'm just afraid.