Self-Analysis

The more I think about things, the more I start to dissect and realize new things about myself.

I think my issue is that I'm obsessed, almost possessed, by the idea of having someone really know who I am.

I think it's been this way for a long time. Its some kind of nagging need in my head that overcomes and drives just about everything I do. Its the reason behind almost everything.

Where did that come from?