The Question That Haunted Me and Then Shaped Me

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I was eighteen years old and full of confidence in who I was and where I was going in life. A lot of this confidence was founded because I prided myself in being perfect in every thing I did so I had a good base to grow from, the rest though was sheer hope that people wouldn’t poke too far underneath the image I wanted them to see. At eighteen the majority aren’t interested in the depths of who you are…