This is a drawing done by my friend Nils, from Germany. Check out this site, www.skarsnik.deviantart.com or www.e-m-p-t-y.deviantart.com to see his art page and mine.



I chose to post this picture because after a long discussion with Nils we both realized how many people really do put on a mask to hide the pain that they don’t want people to see. We both have experienced similar situations in which we act happy to make people think we’re ok so they dont have to ask "What’s wrong? Are you ok?" It’s almost like a dredded question to some people. I’ve been on the verge of tears in school and people have asked one of those questions and I answer I’m fine, when really im dying to talk to someone. Its a question of trust. Im not going to spill myself to someone who is going to go tell everyone. I am also not going to tell someone what my deal is if they are going to act completely different 10 mintues later. What I realize lately, and much thanks to Justin, is that the people in which I call my "friends" really aren’t because when they really should be there, they aren’t. They aren’tm the same people I used to know when everything was ok and your rank of popularity didn’t matter. Suddenly it does and I’m finding myself alone. Through talking to Justin, my best friend practicaly older sister Stacey, and my father I’ve come to the conclusion that being an individual gets you alot further then fitting in with the group. And Justin was the one who said to me if you leave this world with one good friend you’ve done good. So I guess I’ve done good and I’m no longer going to wear my mask. I’m done higing. This is me, it’s up to you if you choose to like me or not. I’m not lowering my standards to you. I’m not going to make it in life if I’m worried about stupid things like popularity or what clothes I wear. I have one life to live, I don’t intend on wasting it. The face, the mind the body I have now is me, it’s the perfect mask.