One of the lonliest thoughts I’ve ever had is that nobody will ever be me. Nobody will ever again in the history of the world be exactly who I am. And while that is beautifully unique, it is fucking terrifying and lonely. Am I destined to be misunderstood? Is everyone misunderstood? 

I guess what I am trying to get at is the difference between feeling confident, sexy, ready, in the comfort of ones own familiar room, only for that to disappear once out in public.