Reckless

I don't like being lied to.

I don't like being deceived.

I don't like when something feels fake.

I don't like being judged.

I don't like being rejected.

I don't like being with people.

I don't like being alone.

I don't like not seeing.

I don't like looking.

I don't like noise.

I don't like silence.

I don't like metaphors.

I don't like literality.

I don't like society.

I don't like that one feeling. You know. The one where it feels bad.

Everything is conditional. Feelings are fleeting. Emotion is as useless as it is useful.

I don't like confrontation but I love to argue.

I don't like feeling stupid, but I love learning something I don't know.

I don't care what people think.

But I do.

Situational. Conditional. Dependent on, contingent on, determined by.

Control.

Control.

Control.

Or lack thereof.

Sometimes I'm nice because I have to be.

Most of the time I'm nice because I want to be.

Sometimes I'm not nice only because I'm telling the truth.

I tell the truth almost all of the time.

If I can consider leaving things out a form of lying, then yes, I lie.

I lie because I have to be nice.

I lie because I want to be nice.

And by lying I mean leaving things out.

I'm repeating myself.

I feel warm.

I always feel warm.

I need to take a walk. Alone. In the dark. Without shoes. That doesn't sound dangerous, does it?

Ok good, for a moment there I thought I was being reckless.