I always think its weird that people never have anything bad to say on most of the stuff I read... and I can never think of anything good. I have all these weird insights and perceptions, but they do me no good in most realities and situations. I know a lot more than I say, and I mind most things more than I let on. I think Nikolai is the only person who comes close to to being... I guess, close to me. He's the only one I trust, when it comes to knowing anything about me. The only one who isn't afraid of my vicious mind.
Most people, I find, just like talking about themselves. They may be interested in what I have to say, but only in a way that pertains to them and their own crisis. At this point in my life, I'm learning more and more to just keep my mouth shut. But where does that leave me?
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