I’m a difficult person, and I know it. Oftentimes, I annoy, irritate, frustrate, and wreck myself with my own behaviour, thoughts, and tendencies to worry about everything-and-nothing. It can take years to get to know the real me, though, to make things even more complicated, I’m in no way consistent with how far and how quick I open up to a person, or even how easily I trust someone. I’m a trusting person, even too trusting at times, but then on the other hand I don’t like people to see the real me because even I don’t want to really know that person. And on top of all that, I’m just plain complicated, and somewhat messed up. But it doesn’t matter; even though it’s hard to live with, everybody’s a train wreck, and nobody’s truly normal. And thankfully, and rightfully so.

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