Still can't sleep.

Mmmmmmmmmmmthinkingtoomuch...

Hmm, you're the kind of person I like to look at.
The kind of person who's not plain at all.
You have loads of little trinkets all over you, loads of designs loads of flaws, patterns, chaos.
Nice aesthetically.

But you're so stereotypical.
You may think the clothes on your back and your robbed jewellery and shit self-done-but-proper-sentimental-tattoos and your home-cut hair make you unique but they don't.
You're just on-trend.
You're a passing craze.
Your entire look and personality will change just as quickly and painlessly as fashion does.
Don't think for one minute that I haven't met people like you before.
There are thousands of you there, i'm friends with some of you.

But I see you.
No, not the clothes, not the annoyingly trendy hair, but you.
The you that you may not always want to admit to being.

You can't hide from me.
And most likely you'll know who you are if you read this.
But I'm not going to flatter myself into thinking you will.


This is all just sleepy-angst.
I probably won't remember writing this tomorrow but it doesn't make it any less relevant.
You can't hide from me.