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Some days, I feel like I can't express what I am feeling without going off the deep end and making comments that place me into the zone of social awkwardness. The point of no return where you can't go back in time and take back what you said. The instandt conversation-killing stuff. Sort of like setting yourself on fire and letting everyone see yourself burn. Guilty on all charges. It's either that or mumbling out incoherent phrases that make me look like a total moron. Some days I just wish I could be brilliant and not so much a total fool.
And so, fragments from songs that best explain what I was going to say about myself wihtout the social awkwardness of me trying to explain it myself. Extra credit if you can figure out the name and artist.

Oh-oh, yes I’m the great pretender
Adrift in a world of my own

In the real world
There are things that we can’t change
And endings come to us
In ways that we can’t rearrange

Listened long, tried to take it in
All these facts leave me in the swim
It’s down and down there is no up
I think that I’ve run out of luck.
I hear them saying
Tomorrow’s just another day
I hear them saying
And it gets better every day
I hear them saying
Tomorrow’s just another day
Tomorrow’s just another... day

Oh I’m never speaking up again.
Starting now
One more thing.
Why is it my fault?
So maybe I try too hard
But it’s all because of this desire
I just wanna be liked, I just wanna be funny.
Looks like the jokes on me
So call me captain backfire
I’m never speaking up again it only hurts me.
I’d rather be a mystery than she desert me.
Oh I’m never speaking up again
Starting now

Out of the darkness, into the light
Leaving the scene of the crime
Either I’m wrong or I’m perfectly right every time
Sometimes I lie awake, night after night
Coming apart at the seams
Eager to please, ready to fight
Why do I go to extremes?
Darling I don’t know why I go to extremes
Too high or too low there ain’t no in-betweens
And if I stand or I fall
It’s all or nothing at all
Darling I don’t know why I go to extremes


That's all for now.