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My last post talked about never being able to truly understand someone, no matter how close you are to them. Today, I want to talk about people you don’t know thinking they know you. You know my name, you know my face, maybe you’ve talked to me or ┬áheard me talk to other people, you’ve heard stories about me, you’ve labeled me. You don’t know me. You know nothing about me or my past or what I’ve been through. We all do it though. I’ve done it. I hear a story or two about someone and assume I know who they are. I don’t, you don’t, nobody does. I’m not trying to preach don’t judge people. We all do and we all always will. Next time you assume something about someone, think about all the things you’ve done that people could assume about you. Recently, I have done a lot of things that are out of my character. I’m not proud of them and they aren’t me. But people will assume that that is me and they’ll never be able to get that out of their head. To be honest, I do not care if they think that. My friends know what I am going through and know why I am coping the way I am. They accept me as the imperfect human that I am.

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