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A POPULAR INTROVERT.

see, i like blogging. there are certain thoughts i can't express in public without looking clinical. forget social media because yOu nEEd tO bE sEnSitiVe to OtHeR pEoPLe aNd tHeiR FeELiNgS.

 like, look straight ahead - you and I both dead. do you think there's time to be polite and technical? i'm not saying be rude; just be you.

 but yeh, i get to show my more reclusive side. it's not always clever quips and boyish smiles with me. 

 you know, it's funny - in my wanting to disappear into the background, i often am a topic. you'd think wearing black hides you. no. people start asking you why you're walking around like the dark knight.

 i'd blush if i placed any value on commentary on my external world.

 it's quite weird because i often have those moments where my conversational manner is so fluid and i feel the warmth pulsating in my chest. that's very much the "friendly neighbourhood" part of my personality. 

most days, though, the warmth pulsates from my head. it's probably noisier in my mind's downstairs lounge than it is in your favourite club. 

 do you feel like there's something i'm not saying? i certainly do.

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