evilkamidake666

I was thinking tonight. I'm for the most part alone in the world. I have no close group of friends that I see often. I only see my best friend once a month. I force myself to be cold to other's problems and feelings. I say that I don't want friends. I tell myself that it has always been this way. I live out the lives of fictional characters with no life of my own. My life and personality is a show for the people. I can be painfully stupid of brilliantly smart, but who am I really? Am I John, the wanna be pimp with 2 colored hair? Am I John, the obsessive and calculating scientist? Or am I John, the hopeless romantic who never finds love. I do