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Lets go with... MORE CONTRADICTIONS!
"i cant function properly, i cant have fun, i cant think straight, i cant sleep, i cant make friends, i cant do anything that normal people do. I'VE TRIED, IM ALWAYS TRYING MY BEST TO IMPROVE MYSELF, BUT ITS NOT WORKING FAST ENOUGH. AT THIS RATE I'LL BE DEAD BEFORE I ACTUALLY ENJOY ONE MINUTE OF EXISTANCE."
Zume likes his life how it is now. Or maybe its not nearly what he wants it to be. Either way... he decides to express that he is the little hurt child, crying in a cornor because no one will be his friend. Because no one can teach him how to be social, when really none of this is the problem at all. He decides that if there is one person who will be his friend, that they are not good enough for him. He decides that when that person decides to explain to him that he can tell them what is going on, he denies this, and yet... tries to explain himself? Denies being able to communicate, when in fact he boasts about being able to do so more than any other human being? This all makes perfect sense. And that makes sense, as well as:
"outsidders see me as a normal person, a calm social guy. when they get to know me, they realize im a little unsocial. they dont know whats going on. they see what they want to see. i dont blame them, they have no idea what to ask or how to help. but when they do ask, they dont even bother to hear my answer."
Well if no one knows how to ask, Zume, how in fact... do you know how to answer?Regardless of whether they 'hear' your reply. Honestly, now.
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