sometimes i get confused.
i used to be smart when i was younger... i have no idea what happened. as if i have had my mind open, everything extracted.
i put forward this cover of almost manipulative intelligence. its a lie.
i get so confused. are you talking to me? about me? i always need to know the secret code. i always want to know whats going on. i crave knowledge but i dont have the mental capacity to hold much more than the superficial sparks of information i cant help but to project...
there are no tricks left in my sleeves. i have no magical abilities left. just me... whoever that is.