Sometimes I wish I weren't me anymore.

Like I don't want to have to know any of the people I know.

No. But, then I reconsider. A few people I'd miss so much it'd hurt. And half of them don't even realise it.

It's like he said; we're a different kind of people. 'We can't relate to the others.' Almost. Sometimes I'd just like to be able to talk to people. I find that hard. At least talking to them as me, and not as my superficial (and highly annoying) facade.

Innit

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: