Looking through old emails, and I can see the jacket I was wearing. I liked some a lot of the things I said, those were my true interests and thoughts. I just wanted someone to listen. I can see the persona though, I can see the air of look how innocent and great and quirky, and smart I am. I could see it. I could see it and I can see it now. I'm trying to tear it off, and I'm trying to be myself, and I wonder if I'm doing it right now. I think I am. Perhaps, when all thought ceases, I'll know who I am. I think I care. I think I care about you.

Do we all carry around personas that change from situation to situation to suit our needs? I know I'm wearing one as I write that question. The ones I hope are listening, aren't. They are the phantoms in my mind.

On an unrelated note I went to a bar a week or two ago where I usually catch metal / punk shows... they had a SNES/Genesis/NES set up I was playing it, some weird dude comes up to me and starts talking to me. I didn't mind the conversation, but he began to spit as he talked. He spat and it was in my face. Douchebag. I didn't deserve that.