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He is a biter.
He gets stessed very easily.
He can get stressed about nothing.
He is very extroverted.
Always thinking what others are thinking.
Trying to decipher ulterior motives.
He expects that you want to be a smart ass.
He expects that you want to hurt or insult him.
He expects that you are lying.
He is riddled with humility.
Everything that happens for the worse, is his fault.
He believes that taking the blame for unforseen things is mature.
Ignorance can only be forgiven by first submitting to the will of another's judgement.
He's very untrusting.
He is very paranoid.
He is very picky about who he makes contact with.
He has troubles letting anyone in.
He is worrisome.
He would prefer ill fate fell on him than those he cares for.
He can get jealous very easily.
Because he is paranoid.
He complains a lot.
He complains too much.
He talks too much.
He is afraid of being lied to.
He tries to communicate a lot about feelings and desires.
He hates being alone.
He hates being ignored.
He is paranoid.
He is afraid.
He has low self-esteem about art.
He can never do enough to please himself.
He feels inadequaite.
He has no talents.
He is confused as to how to show appreciation.
He is confused as to how to make others happy.
He thinks too much.
He drives himself, and everyone around him mad because he thinks too much.
He feels that being comfortable with others or trusting them amounts to taking them for granted.
He hates the idea of ever taking someone he loves for granted.
He punishes himself for doing things he percieves as an inconvieniance or trouble to those he loves.
He punishes himself for failing his loved ones.
He feels useless.
He wonders why it is anyone even tolerates him.
He wonders what they see in him.
He asks a lot of questions.
He wants to make sure other's needs are fufiled before his own.
He tries too hard to validate everything.
He confuses humility with masochism.
He wonders if other people feel he's taking advantage of them.
He worries.
He tries too hard.
He doesn't try hard enough.
He feels like he never does anything right.
He interogates himself with questions worth the length of this entire list.
And goes around in circles just as much.
In moments.
In heartbeats.
He feels respect must be paid in submission and admiration.
He feels requesting something from others must be paid twice-fold.
He is all sorts of paranoid.
Only one person has ever freed him from all these troubles since they first began to fester in his troubled mind.
Every time he hears them say they love him.
Every time he holds their hand.
Every day that he sees that they are still with him.
Every time that they butt head back into him when he tries to push them away.
Every time he hears them sing...
Even though they have lied to him once or twice...
Hell, maybe they've only ever lied to him...
He feels that weight lifted off him.
He feels the warm embrace of serenity, pulling them both adrift its tender passage through life.
And he would do anything to make sure that they never feel abused, used, hurt.



He is dumb.