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The little things, the finer things; I think they matter the
most. Why do people not seem to notice why I prefer being on my
roof rather than be with people? Or why I flinch whenever I
hear or see certain words, or why I hold my coffee cup with my
left hand and use my right hand to gently touch the side of the
handle as if it is the most delicate piece of porcelain. Why
not notice the fact that I find comfort in the dark rather than
in family gatherings? Or why some nights I switch off my phone
for the sole purpose of not ''losing myself''.
You won't notice why there are so many scribbles all over
these pages because I couldn't find the correct words to
accurately describe my feelings... but these are feelings and
no matter how hard I'll try, I can never put them into
words as much as I think I can. I don't think you'll
notice why I hate too much sugar in my tea or why I seem to be
consumed by this overwhelming urge to pay attention to all the
details. Maybe that's why they call me observant, maybe I
just don't want to miss out on life, maybe it's because
of my strong belief that the answers are all there. In the
details.