who are you without an audience?

don't be a chameleon. who are you compared to who you portray?

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Note: Hi! Sorry if this is short—I’m going away this weekend. I still wanted to get something out for this week, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to post on Sunday. With all that being said, I hope you like this!

I consider myself a chameleon.

All throughout my childhood and teen years, I was deeply proud of the fact that I was always the person my friends turned to for help. I still am. I like to think I offer good yet honest advice, or I can just be someone to vent to and say yeah, that sucks.

In more recent years, I’ve come to recognize how I molded my personality, my body, my mind to fit the people around me. I did not think for myself. I took on the same activities, jokes, thought patterns as people who I thought were my friends.

It wasn’t until that blew up in my face (read: I hurt who I considered to be my closest friend) that I realized I didn’t recognize myself.

Who was I? Particularly, who was I without an audience?