So I'm the silent one, the one people tell secrets to. There is a reason behind this- my catch phrase is "It's alright, I don't talk much," which is true but... I sort of like it. All these secrets that I get to mull over in my head, eternally there, but never free, except with they that told them to me. The trains of thought come and file them, and the conversation are locked away until they are needed.
I like being in control. I don't know if that's right or not but that's just how life goes.
Sometimes I think I'm saving lives, or souls, or something. But then again it could be nothing and the secrets are destroying me and I will crumble under thier weight. I suppose only time will tell, but maybe I haven't got time.
Oh well, now I get to sit in my *emo corner and wait.
*Emo corner does not actually exist, it is a fictionalized compartment of the mass culture something aged mind. Wheeeee.
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