Shallow? Conceited? Concerned with the superficial? I suppose that fits me to a degree. It’s what I pretend to be. Where looks matter. Where I’m the center of attention and don’t really care about anyone else.
That’s who I am to most people. But it’s a front – a means to push people away.
I can take things too far, but I try not to hurt others on purpose. But sometimes it happens.
It all boils down to wanting to not get hurt. I don’t let you close, those, like Jace, who see through my bullshit are the ones I usually end up letting in. It’s a rare connection but once I have it I try my best to maintain that level of trust. Jace and I joke around but we both know it’s just that a joke. He’s my best friend, I would never do anything to hurt him.