Sometimes I wonder if something is terribly wrong with me and no one has the heart to tell me.
I am reminded of the ex of a friend of mine who has a look-a-like cousin who is indeed very learning-disabled. She always used to worry that she herself was retarded and that her family were just pretending she was normal when they were around her to spare her feelings.
The idea is that the person who no one comes clean to will spend their entire life wondering why things work out the way they do rather than being liberated by the undeniable, completely objective truth.
Purple Punk Rocker from Atlanta, Georgia. Now just a faded Goth Ghost in High Point, North Carolina. Missing my old haunts while looking for a new one.
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