I feel like a broken person. For the majority of my life I was teased about being a little fatass, sensitive, ugly, bad teeth, being smart. Eventually (about 8th grade I believe) I developed a thick mask of impenetrable unfeelingness. That and I grew lean and strong, my features changes, the braces came off, and being smart became good. but since then it has absorbed me, since then, true passions that make us human never seem to come out, love, sadness, despair, The mask I made to stop being hurt has poisoned me. occasionally they glimpse they surface, when I'm with a girl who strikes my fancy, when I'm at home with the ‘rents and family, but otherwise I feel very little. Confess ID: d5bt1msh        Posted On: 18-Sep-2008