I think of myself as a complicated person. I'm easy to get to know, but its hard to maintain the status quo, I've been told. I don't mind that, not one bit. Nothing should come easily. Those empty spaces should be filled. And at the end of it all, if the person is by your side, they're for keeps.
Overtly simple people bore me. My radar spins towards those with a zing. The zing comes with its own brand of sting. I secretly enjoy the sting.
The sane ones don't seem to realize I exist because they are, well, sane. Really, who can blame them?
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