i can't have anyone tell me what to do, if only for the fact that it is a waste of their time. no one really understands me or knows me truly, purposefully. i need to be able to figure things out in my own, complex mind.
i despise children and pity fat people. most things bore me.
i like music and reading and creativity. but i'm not a frustrated artist or writer, i'm not frustrated by anything at all. i have my talents but i have a constant, nagging feeling that i could be doing better in almost all areas, it's like there's a glass wall that i can't get to the other side of. that might be ambition or drive, but i doubt it.
'i don't want to be real in people's minds. i want to be an apparition.'
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