'tis true

There are strong persons, who are very good at holding things together in situations... where all the sane people crack up.

At times, it is these people who are actually cracking up inside. And of which we'll know nothing about, because they are very good at holding themselves together up front, aren't they.

It is these people who are fragile. Who could shatter anytime soon, and we wouldn't even know.

And though they may reassure you, though they may look as sane as any other person, you catch a glimpse of that dark, forbidden place in them, in their mannerisms, in the way they speak. When they talk to you.

They could never be totally honest. They were friends.

I can so easily see through the facade, to what the real you is all about. I know you would never tell me the whole story, of how you feel, because it would just not be the you I know. I understand that bringing up your deepest emotions would make you feel embarrassed. And I hope in one way or another, you know that I know. That I respect you enough to not bring it up, and that I love you enough to stand by you through it all.

You aren't weak; contrary to that you're so strong. I know the reason you don't let your real feelings come through is because you think it makes you weak. The reason why you won't bring yourself to tell one how you really feel is because you think it brings you down. But, dear girl, you aren't weak. You are just feeling, really feeling, for once. That's why it hurts, that's why you feel you're weak. I think, though, that it makes you so much more humane, so much more lovable. Because you feel.

I'm so proud of you for weathering the storm that was before, and going through it once again now. For feeling.

Maybe it's because I seem the most independent, maybe because I seem like I can relate. Or maybe it's because I seem like I'm the stronger one. It isn't just you. It's you, and you. Not just one person that I'm willing to stand by. Three, or maybe more.

Open up your heart. I'm always standing by you, seeing it through with you.

On another note. As for you. Stop thinking that you know everything. Don't assume what cannot be assumed. You aren't me, you cannot be me. You don't know my limits, don't know the real me. So please. Don't try and force some authority crap on me. I'm not about to play some game with you. I cannot be bothered, and I don't really care for games. Besides, whoever said you knew the real me? Don't come around controlling what I can or cannot fucking say or do.