Tell The People

Something They Don't Know About Me

My kindness is mistaken for weakness. All the time. 

I don't like many people; but I am beyond loyal, caring and supportive to the people I love. 

I stopped outwardly expressing sad emotions 15 years ago. 

It took me 2 hours in an acting class to be able to talk about that time he took all my stuff. 

I still don't understand.

Just because I don't express them, doesn't mean I don't have feelings. 

They can be hurt.

My mother is still my best friend. And probably always will be.

I'm handy. I spent 2 weeks in Peru, building bathrooms out of adobe.

My name is Epiphany. None of your jokes about it are witty or original. 

I'd appreciate if you could remember that...

the rest is still UNwritten...