‘She eyes me like a pisces when i am weak…
I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for a week!
I was drawn into your magnet tar pit trap…
I wish i could eat your cancer when you turn black…’
(Kurt Cobain)
I don’t try to be a mystery, but I know I am, and I know it hurts people in my life. The sharing of oneself that comes so naturally to others is painful and awkward for me. I’m not sure what others gain from it. Those who understand me best do it intuitively, without me having to spell out every little thing for them. I can’t overstate the value of such friends.
everyone is a mystery, in some way, to everyone else. the reasons as to why i am the way i am are a mystery to me.
i usually find the people that seem the most honest, the most open are the ones with the most to hide.
I really agree with Quin,
except I think I understand why “I am the way I am”.
I think the guy I’m currently seeing is way more substance than he’s letting on. He seems like a big mystery to me.
‘She eyes me like a pisces when i am weak…
I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for a week!
I was drawn into your magnet tar pit trap…
I wish i could eat your cancer when you turn black…’
(Kurt Cobain)
He shot his way out and got lost in the mystery.
I’m much more mystery than substance, I fear. It’s so easy to pick up a handful of tricks that give the illusion of depth.
It becomes a problem when you’ve used them all a couple of times and have to figure out how to improvise when you want someone’s attention.
Just be yourself. Tricks and illusions aren’t an honest way to impress someone, and they’re highly transparent.
I don’t try to be a mystery, but I know I am, and I know it hurts people in my life. The sharing of oneself that comes so naturally to others is painful and awkward for me. I’m not sure what others gain from it. Those who understand me best do it intuitively, without me having to spell out every little thing for them. I can’t overstate the value of such friends.