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I exist only by my name. For there is no other acknowledgement of me.


Everyone is always around me, all talking at once, voices overlapping, their thoughts, opinions and ideas screaming inside my head, but still just me, they fade, blur, and pass.
I remain still, solid, clear.
In the end its just me.
I have a lot of friends, good ones, some I trust, others I don't.
The ones I don't trust, is because I know them too well, I know their habits and what they do with information, few you can actually trust, the ones that are silent, still in the background. one of the reasons I have so many friends is I am one of the silent ones in the background.
I observe.
With the experiences I've had, I've molded my idea of a friend. I guess I can be picky, but I do not give my trust away easily. You have to earn it. I don't put you through a series of tests, I don't give you an audition or anything like that. I get to know you, know your weaknesses, know your strengths, beliefs and dreams. A silent observer. The fact that I have a memory protrudes to the surface, making me seem stalker-ish, suspicious. like I know too much in too short a time. It isn't my fault that you tell me things and I remember them. Its not like I use them against you. So, when you complain that I don't trust you, look into your soul. Look for what I would trust, if you can't find it, then why keep wasting my time?

I know this seems harsh, me telling you to be trustworthy or bugger off. But its simple, why would I want to be around someone that isn't trustworthy? I might seem like I'm a closed book, but you just have to learn how to flip the page.