You can't describe someone you haven't met.
And maybe, you can't describe someone you've known a long time.
I don't think I know anyone.
I am just aware of their existence.
But, they're not aware of mine.
It's just a belief I have, and one I'll stick to until somebody breaks it.
Oh, look at you. Trying to be inspirational, huh?
Of course, she doubts my pseudo-inspiring speech as she is a complete pessimist. But, ignore her for now.
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I can't be that kid that everyone knows but secretly thinks is super annoying, right?
You probably are.
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I feel like, if I had to, I could kill someone. I mean, it's a little weird to think about... but I have never cried over someone's life.
I feel always so emotionless, like one those rare people who can shoot someone and not have a guilty concious.
It sickens me.
I really am a fucked up person.
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My home is nostalgia.
What people don't understand about me, is that most of what I do, is for the nostalgic feeling.
If anything nostalgia, is my drug.
Metaphorically.
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