You only think you know me. If you know me personally, you probably think I'm a nice fella. Decent family, good character, funny, plays guitar and sings. You might know me just by the words on this blog, much like how I "know" a lot of other people. Really, none of all that would be inaccurate, but it wouldn't be the complete picture. Sometimes that troubles me a bit. You know, to think of how other people are perceiving me because of the things I do and am involved in, yet knowing all too well the parts of me they don't see. If people knew me, like really knew me, would they feel the same way? What if they knew about my clever use of passive aggression, my loathing for people, my tainted imagination, and my depressive tendencies?