Sometimes I think that I really don't understand people, or the relationships they make with each other. It's always easy to be an outside observer, making opinions and drawing conclusions and generalizing a person's being. It's scarier to actually know somebody from the inside out. Maybe this is where my left brain takes over, because to a certain extent, people's actions and thoughts perplex me beyond belief.
It's getting to that time of the night where my thoughts become muddled and emotions run high. Especially so because I'm leaving home in about a week, and my life is once again going to take a 180. I'm ready to go back to school, since I am unbelievably bored here, but I will miss my strong-yet-small group of homefriends. I'm also in this weird state because I'm an idiot who likes to know too much for her own good. A curious idiot. I think this lack of understanding of people is what leads to a general mistrust of them. I'm always second guessing everything about myself and everything people say or do around me.
It has a tendency to isolate me from the people I'm closest to, and I let myself over-analyze and over-think until I'm a puddle of a person with a completely disoriented perception. Sometimes I wish I could just get over myself and be the person I really want to be. But who the hell knows who that is? I sure don't.
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Sometimes what you most want to know is also what you'd least like to hear. Or read.
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