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i am an artist
although, i haven't created anything in a few years.
i'm an artist, and yet, the only thing i do (CAN do) is pitifully observe
i am an observer, then.
i suppose it's hard to see myself as anything else, considering my singular hobby is perceiving stories.
i read, i watch, i play; i hear stories around me constantly. everything from the niche post to the highest grossing video game, or the strangers on the street to my family-- they all have a story i've seen. one that means something.
funny thing though, i can't read between the lines to save my life. as much as i observe and think about these things on a daily basis-
I never fully understand what it is that i see
maybe its a difference in interpretation between myself and my peers that makes me feel this way (i've always been a part of the crowd)
i'll dont think ill ever know why i don't get it. i cant understand anything, i've lived alone for too long. even before i was alone, i never understood them. I was too awkward. Too forward.
i dont think i'll care enough to know, though. it doesn't really matter to me. nothing ever does in the end.
maybe thats why i dont understand.