I'm a Fake.

Abby told me about how wonderful of a person i was just a few minutes ago, and i disagreed. She said something again similar to that and attatched "i wish you believed me" and i would but the truth is i know better. i am just a kid trying really hard to be something that i am not. i'm not a super-hero, i'm not even a very nice guy, i don't like everybody, and i am not a very good student; i'm impatient and afraid and insecure and angry and trying to hide it from everyone including myself. the truth is i'm a total fake. and i am afraid i won't be able to hide it from her forever. i love her dearly, i really do. i don't want her to have to realize the kind of person i am after she is so in love with the person she thinks i am. i need to go to sleep.