I'm paranoid. I like to ruin anything good you may think of me. I haven't gotten along with anyone for a long time. If I am smiling, I'm faking it. All of my actions are based on what I see others do, I don't understand people. I've lied about most things in my life- or have become lost in my own lies. I despise your happiness. I can't focus on things, everything is jumbled. I have no friends. If you met me, I would kill your buzz. I was once believed to be an artist.
Eyes sideways, I don't trust you.
