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Well there you go. Another pretty crappy and 'I don't know where these words are coming from' poem. Maybe it's a story. I've no idea.

Anyway.

I don't fully understand. Almost nobody trusts me. It's not like I've ever told anyone a secret well have I? I love it when people trust me and. Well whatever. I'm just nor good enough. I'm selfish. I feel selfish. How could I be writing this now if i wasn't? I always trust people really quickly. I attach to people. Like a little unwanted... Something. Maybe they don't like it. Sometimes I think I try too I try too hard and I become a drag.

Please could anyone ever ring me show me they care? huh. guess not. don't call me. I'll be in my room with phone switched off and reading a book until I fall asleep.

I hate how I'm always last to know that something has happened. I guess I'm in my own little world most of the time. I hang out there with my imaginary friends. Like yesterday on the bus. I imagined there's this little elf thing jumping by the bus. And stalking me. It never left me alone. And It could only jump, not walk. Only on green things, e.g grass, green cars etc. And then I lightly waved, when nobody was looking, as my friend chose a different path. See it's so much fun hanging out with your imaginary stalker elf. I could imagine it in my room. Although there are no green things in my room. Aw shit I talk too much. I'm crazy. There's something messed up in my head.