I must be something of an enigma if you don’t understand what I say.
But that will not change if we become friends. I don’t think so.
It’s quite hard to explain the fact that we don’t share the same intellect.
Well, it’s not that hard. It’s just that nobody tries to understand.
Some of them do. But some of them leave it right where it was before.
Sometimes, it is better that way. Misunderstandings are avoided.
I wish I could understand their feelings; I’d then be a better person.
But sometimes, I don’t understand. So, I just say whatever I want to say.
Explaining everything in detail would ruin everything for me.
It doesn’t matter. They would always judge before they know about it.
I live for myself. I live for the others as well. That’s the best thing to do.
It feels good to control myself even when I don’t want to be polite.
The face that I show the people will always be the nicest they’ll ever see.
I didn’t want to waste the paint that was mixed for a different painting.
It is dull and uninspiring. I agree.