Subatomic particles change under observation, and so do we.

Why do I find it so hard to believe that I'm as stupid as I am? It shouldn't be difficult to see really, I guess. And I have ten thousand spoons.

I need to crawl into a little dark corner and hide away. And I'll wish that you'll come and get me, but you won't, which is good, because you shouldn't. And I just wondered if you did ever actually see through me, or if you only said you did. Because that's what I wanted; and I lost it again. I didn't think I'd be comparing you to him, and in a way I don't know why I am. But I suppose I can't help feeling like this. I didn't want to do this again, but I guess I don't know how to do anything else!

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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