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The reason why the world is a difficult place to live in, is due to the fact that people are not interested in people. Nobody is truly interested in anybody; they are only interested in the parts that they think will be pleasurable and comfortable for them to get to know. People don’t want to know what you’re afraid of, what kind of dreams you have at night, what your eyes look like when you laugh and when you hurt… people want to receive perfect gifts and other people are supposed to be those perfect gifts! But then none of us are those perfect gifts. All of us are real on the inside but then people want what’s not real… so how is the world supposed to work, that way? I want to know what’s real in people, and in me. And it’s hard to be this way, because nobody else is.
