"You can be such a disrespectful person..." Jumping from star to star, "Goodbye."
What is there to be said; Despite the circumstances of how people who matter to me feel about my behavior, I think I may have found a muse under all of this.
I don't know when it happened; whenever I became so mean. These twenty-six laps around the sun have shown me many circles, but the most peculiar and tragic of them all is how I become distasteful, disrespectful, and rude to people that I care about.
The pattern is as follows: I befriend, we concentrate, then sometime after this my presence becomes too ripe. Is it that I slowly remove my mask over time, so that they're first impression is purposefully misread in order to buy time, and keep them as a friend as long as possible? How do people burn out on me?
It makes me feel like I should socially caged, so that people would know to keep a certain distance.
It's like whenever you go on a trail ride with horses. If you have a horse that is prone to kick or buck at horses behind him in line, you can tie a ribbon around the horses tail, and people will know why.