Anti-Social?

Oh well Helloooo,

I didn't blog yesterday cause I got back late from the beach and I was exhausted. I couldn't keep my eyes open for more than a second. I had to constantly bat them to give them some sort of rest.

Basically

And I forgot to tell you Saturday that after I got back from the camp, I went to my 13 years old cousin's birthday party. And I came upon the realisation that I'm anti-social.

I wouldn't really call myself Anti-Social. I'm just Not-Socially-Active, or even better, 'A people's watcher'. I know it sounds creepy but I really enjoy watching people talk, walk, move or just breathe, there is something about people that I love and hate at the same time, something that keeps my eyes locked on them, something that holds me from talking or participating in whatever the hell they're doing. And all of this just leads people to think I'm bored, or more often a wallflower. But I don't think I'm a wallflower. Or maybe I am? I mean I do the sitting by a wall and just plain observing. But I'm not quite. Not with my close friends anyway.

But I'm also not dumb. Even when you think I'm clueless, I'm actually studying you, trying to predict your words, your moves, your weaknesses, your everything. Wicked creepy, huh?

That's all for now I guess