may 4th, 2002 / 11:41 a.m.

i never liked looking "inside" for what was bothering me. i tend to wear my heart on my sleeve and if not there then somewhere else visible like my eyes. i wonder if people can read me like i can read them. it's a curse and a blessing to be able to tell what someone else thinks about you before they ever verbalize it. i wish i could be read like an open book, so then everyone would know why i am who i am and why i do all the things that seem to drive her crazy.

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