I Just Know

I'm just me. Boring brown hair, boring brown eyes. Just plain, boring, me. Everyone tells me I'm weird and quirky. I don't really know why they think I'm weird or quirky. Maybe it has something to do with the way I analyse people, or how most of the time I know what people are thinking and are going to say.
So this is my story. My story about me, and everything I go through.