Truth is, for years I felt like I needed to hold back. Hold back on feelings, expression, creation. Out of love and respect, fear or rejection, I held back. I realize the people I was holding back for and so concerned about truly didn't care about me the way I thought they did or needed them to. I always felt deep down they were just hearing what they wanted to hear.Now I find myself wondering if they were ever honest at all.

My story is not uncommon but is seldom told but my truth needs to bet told and my perspective needs empathy but my creative large needs an outlet.
Welcome to mine,Where you pretend to be whatever you want and I'll pretend to be too cooked to care.