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Three more days - or rather two to be exact, till I fully hit 24. I already feel 24, what does the official birthday even mean - when I already feel 25. Obviously I'm here because I'm inspired to write from a strong feeling. I never thought I will truly come to like someone who can match my standards; who I now feel is too good for me. It was always in the back of my head - this won't last, if I don't even like myself, how can I expect anyone to do it in return? If there is no one true love - I rather not love. If no one can see me for who I really am - I rather not devote. My insecurity has always been haunting me; yes my biggest fear is hypocrisy. I'm such a laughable hypocrite because I want to be honest and that is my greatest peeve; yet I can never be. Deep to the core I'm selfish, I'm still at a lost, why am I like this, I've matured yet I'm still succumbing to wearing different masks. In the three months plus, I never though