You're My Experimental Game
Everything is coming together quite nicely. I'm finally starting to tell people how I feel. That's a big deal to me, because, in the easiest way of putting it, there's not a lot I could tell people about myself that they'd actually understand, and would be able to put into perspective for themselves, and possibly me. Because most of the time, I don't understand what I'm on about. Not in a senseless random way - in the sense that everything I think, and everything I say, oft contradict each other. And not in a way that suggests I'm a hypocrite.That probably doesn't make sense to you. See what I mean? So many people that have met me, and perhaps see me on a regular basis, don't really know who I am. Nobody's fully aware of what I'm capable of. Not one of my friends has ever seen me flip out - And I'm thinking that they really don't want to. So many of you cannot possibly put into perspective elements of my life and past. And that thought makes me sad; makes me feel as if no-one will ever understand. What a cliche. Betrayal, heartbreak, temptation - it's all been done a million times before. Nothing is new. People are predictable. That's the way of the world. I can tell you who you are, and what you're capable of, even after knowing you for not too long at all. Because so many of you are so very predictable. But I'm not - and this also depresses me. What kind of strange world makes me so different from the rest of the people I'm supposed to call my equals? How am I supposed to feel as though I belong? It's funny. I can feel all this - feel like, and tell you, that I'm different from you, and not in the typical way; feel as though you're all predictable, like characters from stories I've read one million times before; feel as though I act different to how I feel; feel as though you don't know me at all - but still feel as though I have a place in the world. Not necessarily with the people in it, but in the world
