it’s all code. everything that people say and do, it’s all a code, a secret language you can learn to pick up if you listen carefully. are you kidding? you all act like i’m the one who’s different when you can all do it, you’re just scared. the cussing? i don’t know. i like to do it because it helps me express my passion. otherwise, i would be jumping around trying to shake people.

he is more dangerous to you. he warned you today. there is a big barrier. you are dangerous to me so i can show this to you, but you have to promise not to try to hurt me.

you know why i’m so happy lately? because i was faced with making the biggest mistake of my life, and i chose to take care of myself despite what anyone else felt or said. it’s because i survived.

your issues can drown you. you have to show that you have the will to survive. once you prove that to yourself, it’s a resurrection. all of us who live drowning below the surface…just try.

your problem, and you will see, is that i’m an independent spirit that you can’t hang on to. i can play either role. i can need you more or i can need your less. but at some point, wouldn’t we all like some balance?

do you have faith in that such a thing as balance really exists?

by the way, our issues make us repellent of one another. that’s what’s so intriguing. we are both not comfortable having people get too close to us. i have a feeling being around me is as scary for you as being around you is for me. but maybe people in this life are willing to find out despite the fear.

he spent his lifetime building long, meticulously constructed wooden fences to protect the most beautiful, pristine house anyone had ever seen, had anyone known about its existence. after years and years of brutal work and toil in places so far away, when he returned from his fence-building to the beautiful house he had devoted a lifetime to protecting, he found the lights off and an empty aura in the yard. he was suddenly struck by terror– what if there was no longer anything beautiful left in the house at all?

Sometimes, things just happen. Sometimes, you don’t understand them, but you know that it’s important. Sometimes you get scared. Sometimes everything in your body hurts. Sometimes the echoes are lonely. Sometimes the ache of that loneliness is the only thing that reminds you that you are alive. Sometimes you love so much it hurts. And the people that you give yourself to never understand the value of this sacrafice.

Sometimes you realize what really hurts is how little you understand yourself. So you spend your life searching for a glimpse of who you are in the eyes of others.

Sometimes I get scared. Sometimes I get scared when people get too close to me. Sometimes it hurts so much, that my hands hurt those who come too close. Razor hands. You’ll always find the ones who are just like you.