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Different people really behave differently. I mean, duh, its obvious that everyone is different. But it has never striked me this hard before.
Different traits, different habits, different personalities, different character.
I wonder if I can find someone, whose everything I'd perfectly love.

But then again, no one is perfect.

Or maybe my idea of perfection is warped.
I am a perfectionist. Once I see a flaw, I cant un-see it.
And then I think about the oh-so-very cliche line that dramas never fail to include: its not you its me.
Maybe its true.
Maybe its really me.

How are you, stranger?
I feel so close, yet so far away from you.
I feel like we've never knew each other, but yet I know every single mark and scar on you.
Traits of hell.

I dont like this.