Don't Tell Me That It's Over

Being inside my head, there isn't much to see. It's pretty typical in terms of teenage guy stuff, meaning it's always full of shit. There's days where it's completely empty, and days where it won't shut up. It's normal, I guess, for the most part. You see, I have this thing. You're probably gonna think I'm crazy, but just listen for a few seconds. I don't wanna say I can read people's minds, because I can't. It's kind of like that though. I can see and hear snippets of thoughts of those I make eye-contact with. I know, I know, you think I'm lying. It's only natural. But the thing is, it's true. I don't expect you to believe me, but hear me out. It can be both a blessing and a curse. Imagine you're walking down the hallway only to meet eyes with your teacher. Suddenly, you get a flash of them having wild animal sex with their spouse, and boom: day ruined. But then, it has it's perks, like looking at the instructor and then getting an image of all the right answers on the exam. Both ways are inevitable. But, for whatever reason fate intended, in my senior year, I met someone whom I couldn't read, and that person changed everything.