where it is safe to feel unpopular;
where my madness, my music and my mayhem come together, creating my magick; where friends are welcome, anytime, as long as they leave their negativity at the sturdy, well-worn door. MY fortress. MY strength. MY space.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
How can anyone be honest with others if they aren't honest with themselves? Even if they are honest, how many people know who they are, or what they stand for? And i believe that no one can be at ease with themselves unless they are aware of these things. How can anyone be expected to be comfortable with someone else, if they aren't comfortable with themselves? Any answers?