misha writes. duh.

sometimes i get called mean. i don’t think i’m mean. i don’t deliberately set out to hurt people. i can see why some people would think that about me, though. i like to tell the truth. wether that truth is “nice” is not always the case. who was it that said, “we make ourselves real by telling the truth?”

i’m a storyteller. i tell lies all the time. i live so much of my life in the fantasy world in my head, and it’s so easy to blur the lines. i did it so often as a child. jumping back and forth. getting lost. escaping into worlds of my creation. looking back, i see now that i was destined to grow up to become either a storyteller, actor, or mental patient.

the only way i know how to stay on the side of reality is with truth. by owning the person i am. good and bad. and sometimes, i guess, that makes me a mean person.