The humans continue to confuse me.

Sometimes when I hear the way some people talk to their people on the phone, I think: no way you'd talk to me like that. It'd be out of there.

That's some people's normal though.

Being this picky about how I let people treat me has not done wonders for my social circles.

I know there must be a balance. I haven't found it yet, and it's probably too late.

I'm all out of whack. I will overcompensate and let people pull all kinds of crazy shit on me. Or I will flee like a frightened deer at the first sign of animosity or strain.

I haven't found that middle path yet.

Or I haven't found the right people yet.

I'm like a raw nerve walking around out there.