“so you want to know what i’m thinking. i don’t think you do. at least not what i’m really thinking. you might want some sugar-coated version of the emotions i’m experiencing. some watered-down, tactful, don’t hurt anyone’s feelings version of how i feel. do you ever wonder why i’m so evasive in my answers to your questions about my feelings? because i can guarantee you don’t want the full force, i don’t care how you react to what i’m feeling, i’m throwing my stuff out there, like it or not. you don’t want to hear things that might hurt your feelings or destroy your self-esteem. now, after hearing all this, do you still want to know what i’m thinking? of course you don’t. because behind this quiet exterior, there lays a twisted soul, with evil intentions and deadly motives. and i know you’re not ready to enter the dark place that is my mind. a place so dark that no one had ever tried to venture before. you’re not ready to hear the thoughts i keep hidden from others, the secret pain that torments my life. so think about that the next time you want to know what i’m thinking. is it something that you would want to hear? something that you won’t find too disturbing? is it some kind of cry for help? some kind of warning? maybe it is. maybe it’s not. but know this. you’ll probably be getting nothing. no feelings. no thoughts. no emotions. nothing.”
sometime in '00 or '01, i don't remember the exact date.
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