Just the Usual
This happens all the time: people think my bitterness and wrath is cute, until they see that I really mean the things I say and that... I really just don't care about a lot of things. Well, that's their problem, not mine... Or, maybe I shouldn't openly act out that aspect of me; it'd save people a lot of heartbreak.
You know, lots of people tell me I won't let anybody in. Fact of the matter is, there's nothing really to be let into. It's not necessarily good for me. I'm a misfit, I don't even belong with other misfits.