Anyone who tells you that they're good at reading people is a) full of shit, b) full of themselves, c) creepy, d) a prime candidate to give me lessons, because I fucking can't read anyone.
I'm so sick of bouncing thoughts around in my head, trying to guess what someone else is thinking because I'm too chicken to actually come out and ask. All I can do is presume what someone thinks of me, a presumption that seems to change by the hour in the hyperactive annals of my underworked, overactive imagination.
I'm retarded.
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