Im neurotic. Or at least i have traits of neuroticism. To clarify , I always want to please people .
Theres this small dosage of desire to make them think i have a coolness in me , a sense of living to the fullest type . The fun type. Maybe I am those things .
Then again , probably not .
I use the word I a lot. A lot .
You could say I'm vain , self-centred. Thats what I think anyway . Yet theres a taste of hypocrisy in this little confession, because everyone has vanity. Its the accessory that comes in the package of being, of existing .
If you are wondering (not that I expect it ) who I am , I'm not saying.
In fact , if you are thinking that these are confessions , thoughts , secrets, stop.
The reason : you don't care.
Like they say , everyones favourite topic is themselves.
Of course , everything you are reading could be full of lies .
This could all be made up to interest you .
It could all be fake . Fake.
I could just be writing from a characters mind . Or not.
This could all be lies lies lies. Or truth .
Don't worry , it Is not going to be revealed .
The reason : no one cares .
Simple.
