A BLEEDING SOUL
Currently, I am attending WWTC, taking my generals to entertain myself while pursuing the credentials needed to back up what I say in a way that people have no choice but to believe me. In layman's terms: to be an expert in my field. What is my field, you may wonder? Well, let me tell you. My field is you.
I want to know everything about you. Why you are the way you are? Why you act the way you do? What makes you you? You fascinate me. I don't care if you feel you are: boring, moody, needy, dumb, ugly, angry, ashamed, insecure, etc. You are an important piece of the puzzle of life. Something that nobody else can teach me. Perhaps You are the piece that completes the puzzle. Of course you wouldn't know if it were with all those excuses. Something either is or isn't. There is nothing else.
I want to know everything about you. Why you are the way you are? Why you act the way you do? What makes you you? You fascinate me. I don't care if you feel you are: boring, moody, needy, dumb, ugly, angry, ashamed, insecure, etc. You are an important piece of the puzzle of life. Something that nobody else can teach me. Perhaps You are the piece that completes the puzzle. Of course you wouldn't know if it were with all those excuses. Something either is or isn't. There is nothing else.
