Welcome To My Mask

Who am I? Right now, you are about as informed as I am. For now lets call me "Spawn Man" and you are my reader. I don't know what brings you here, but for me right now, it's an outlet to vent my thoughts and problems. Feel free to comment on the ongoing travesty which is my life. I don't pretend to be an emo - I am an emo, an old school emo who doesn't need black hair and goth music to be miserable. You wouldn't even know I'm a depressive; I'm outgoing, charming and happy. And that's where the page's title comes in.

All my life I've lived behind masks - they protect me, shelter me, allow me to fit in and most of all hide my demons. The problem is, who am I? I've put up all these masks and they all get used equally that I don't even know who I am any more. The more masks I pull off the more I find. Do I really want to know who I really am?

Maybe you have your masks, maybe you don't. If you came here to find salvation and joy, I suggest you find another blog. If there's any of that going around, I'll want to be the first to get it. Yes, it's not as if I want to be this way day in day out like those little Gothic freaks you see clustered in a pot smoking haze at high school. If I could snap my fingers and be happy I would. But then that wouldn't be very entertaining to read now would it?

You can expect from this blog a story of a normal person with issues going through his normal life. But we all know how life is anything but normal, so expect anything to be here. However, the one thing you won't see here is masks. I'm sick of masks and I'm sure you don't want to hear from a copyedited ray of sunshine or doom and gloomer. Straight from the heart and nothing else. And right now I feel like death itself. Read on...