It's not that I'm so young that I don't realize how much time is left in my life, I'm just aware of how valuable time truly is.
How could anyone possibly truly understand me when I'm the only "me" that exists?
You can't fully understand anyone, because you've never experienced the things that make them who they are; your experiences might be similar, but they're not exactly the same.
It's possible to understand how a person thinks or how they will react to a given situation, but you can't know their feelings or how it is to live their life.
Which is why I don't see how someone can say that they understand another person.
Mister J knows me, but we've grown distant recently...
I've outgrown him, I've outgrown a lot of people around me lately.
How could he possibly believe that he understands what it's like to wake up every day and look at the world through my eyes?
And my friends, I feel, are only around because I'm comfortable; as if the only reason we should be friends is because we have been for so long.
You shouldn't be someone's friend just because you've gotten comfortable with them being there; you should be their friend because you truly enjoy spending time with them.
I don't get the feeling that Catwoman really likes me at all, I feel vibes of boredom coming from her whenever we spend time together.
She seems bored with Ivy too; and Ivy only seems to like either of us because we've been her friends since she first moved here from Nevada, our Freshman year.
Both of them should find some friends that they actually like...
I'm tired of making obscure jokes and allusions that no one gets.
Why do they want to be my friends if they don't even understand me when I speak?
Maybe I'm too old to be whining about how no one understands, but really no one understands.
Does everyone have this problem?
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