you don't know why i am, the way i am. you don't know why i listen to the music i listen to. you don't know that this is the longest relationship i've been at least a year and you don't know how happy it makes me that it's with you. you don't actually know how much you mean to me. you don't know why i pick at my thumbs or why i only cross my legs when i'm wearing pants. you don't know why i find it so hard to makes friends or to trust people, shit, i don't think you even know that i just in general can't make new friends. i don't think you know a thing about me and sometimes, that really doesn't bother me.