superfantastic wrote:
Yeah, it just feels weird, maybe like you're letting them into your little inside world. Also they accuse me of "knowing too much" sometimes, and consider me weird. That wouldn't be such a problem but I'd rather keep them as friends.
Well, yeh, it's letting them inside my own world. I learnt a long time ago that you can't care what other people think. Or at least, I hope I did. You can't trust anyone. I know it sounds bleak but there it is. No, it's not pessism, it's the truth, it's accuracy.
Some call me heartless. I have the heart...of a little girl...in a jar...on my desk.
Oh, you mean my own heart? That was locked up a long time ago. I can't remember what I did with the key.
Oh, I can verbally fight back but it usually lands me in trouble.
And I'd rather spend time with my interests/obessions than real people. Obessions won't betray you.