People are so beautiful, I'm just defective. It's just this little sort of wall made up of all these tiny questions which are spilling out of my head, and I'm building it up around myself, because you tell me I'm stupid, to protect myself but wall myself up in it all. I don't want to. Can't help it. I'm sorry, again and again.

It's all so safe, when you're walled up, but maybe the most dangerous, walled up in yourself. Haha! Can't do it. Sorry. I do love you. I told you I was still in love with it all. It's just a way to push you all away. Sorry, again and for everything. You shouldn't have to do this, or know it.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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