To an extent, I can still subjectively be painfully shy, quiet and aloof, despite having that inner confidence and self-acceptance on the inside.
However, around people I know, they tend to forget this is how I was around them at first before getting to know them.
My figurative 'book' slowly opens to people, who then I guess wish I'd shut up and close my book. I joke of course, but I still have that insecurity and think from past experience that such friends will tire of me.
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"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be."
"And I've embraced the calamity, with a detachment and a passive disinterest."
"I hear voices...But I ignore them and just carry on killing."