you don't know me

truth is everyone has their own agenda. i don't think it's bad, just inconvenient.

i hate when people make me out to be something i'm not; something of their own creation. they have this idea of who i am, usually in order to serve some sort of purpose. but who am i to complain? don't we all do this to a certain extent? (it's like saying "don't judge me!" when i judge others myself). i guess it ties in with how well we can ever truly know another person.

so many thoughts run through my head at night. it's hard to capture them all to put into words.