I believe in acceptance of all people, but don’t practice it.
I hate to be stared at, but constantly stare.
It bothers me when people don’t attempt to see my side of things, but almost always
stick with my own opinion.
I hate to be stereotyped, but find myself generalizing people into my home-made mental folders.
I am a blank notebook.
I am a white wall.
I overanalyze everything, and then re-analyze it.
I would never be 1/10 as hard on a friend, than I am on myself.
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