I’m tired of the ignorance I’ve forced myself to have in order to cope with life. I’m tired of the lights I left on at night to keep me from panic and paralysis. What do I have to be scared of? Why should I lie to make someone like me more? There are people out there who will like me for exactly who I am, even if I am a bit sad or jealous or broken. I’ve lost more people whom I pretended to be ideal for and whom I censored my speech to please. There are people out there like me and I am not going to let the obstacle of sadness or anxiety keep me from them any longer.