isn't it strange how you can talk to someone for so long and realise that you know practically nothing about them?
it's that way for me.
but then you find yourself telling them all about your life and what's going on with you, and they say they understand, but they never offer anything up for discussion.
i just wish you'd open up and let me in.
maybe i'd make a good friend.
"Any idiot can face a crisis. It is this day-to-day living that wears you out"
- Anton Chekhov
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