Why am I so weird. People love me, but I’m still that weird guy. People invite me out, to play games, to have fun, but I’m still just that weird guy no one can figure out. Very few people know anything about me but I try. Who knows if I am even telling them the truth anymore its been so long I can’t even remember. People say you’re stoic, I can’t read you, scream at me what are you thinking do you even feel. I told you how I felt I expressed myself to you I stand. next to you I make jokes, and I laugh at yours yet you don’t know I want you to be my friends?
