sometimes i wonder

why do i not think?

i can laugh it off, smile and chatter
but i have a hard time just accepting me.
both the one you claim to see
and the one i'm trying to figure out

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in reference to the above

i think my worry is about becoming a stranger. i see myself reclusing quite a bit, closing up to the world, not developing relationships with the people i want to know more about, not paying enough time to those who come by and just be a neighbour.

i fear the alienating alien i guess.

but like my wise roomie tells me, there are seasons for everything
and this could just be one of them