I've figured you out. You enjoy the attention. You thrive off of this enigmatic status you have built around yourself, but even you cannot convince yourself that you are worthy of the mystery beyond the surface. Your boredom with nearly everything is a crucial part of your decisions (or lack thereof). You write people off at a fixed time because you can't stand to deal with them anymore. You want what you can't yet have and then feel as if things passed you by in your rush to grow. You are a paradox, just like me.
