I study, I think, I love, I live. I am smart. I have a lot going for me, but I feel like i am absent. I am buried away into my own self giving nothing out, and letting few in. My personality is just hiding away in my brain, i know its there but im not willing to let it out. why? well, nobody cares, everyones out for themselves and who am I to get in the way with a silly detail. I know who I am. I'm an over thinker, a passionate human being with the love of philosophy and a very open mind. but i am not saying that I'm all pleasant and blissful, Because I'm not. I'm witty and I hate two kinds of people in this world. Stupid people who have no interest in thinking before they speak, and narrowminded people who chose not to break past what mommy and daddy told them is right. These two kinds of people often have the same other qualities of being loud and obnoxious as well. Or at least thats how i suppose I've noted them. All and all i say i mainly relate to one character from Dostoevsky's notes from the underground. And this makes me an intricate form of simple human with no grounds to do anything. Im a ball of anxiety. I relate to none of my peers and i can't bring myself to try. I have two friends, my mother, and my boyfriend.