approachable

I get the feeling that there's something genuinely unapproachable about me. Maybe I'm a bit sociopathic. I'm not antisocial by all means, but real friends for me has been far and few in between.



I think somewhere along the way I've learned not to get too attatched to any single person. I've also learned that the only person I can really trust is myself, and I'm not all that reliable at the first place.



Perhaps my requirements have been set too high. I yearn to just sit down with somebody who can have a good conversation with me ranging from Sponge Bob to foreign trade policies over a good bottle of red. For the longest time I thought I had somebody like that. I thought I can fill in some of the gaps. But lately I'm not quite sure.



I want to be with someone who I can run wild with and still have the intellectual capacity to know when to slow down and take care of business. I don't know if that even made sense at all. The truth is, I want it all.



I've made myself so unique that I don't really belong anywhere in particular. It's like I'm trying to make my own niche. I wonder if people can tell me apart from my lies. There's an image of me out there everyday, and then there's the real me. I doubt anyone really knows me at all. I just feel so empty.