"I just...want to get to know you better."
Ha. Ha ha ha ha ha. Don't make me laugh. You think that just because you want me to indulge your wants as to who I am and what I'm like that I'd spell it all out for you? Do you realize how stupid that expectation really is? Please, there are people who've known me for years and they've no idea who the fuck they're talking to most of the time.

You think that because I've allowed you to believe you're something special that I'd simply describe myself in perfect harmony, with that lowered tone, that paused, uncertain explanation of the complexity and character that's taken so long to develop? You think that I could do that and expect you to take it like it's the God-spoken truth? Please, you're lucky if a fourth of that was even close to the truth.

If I really wanted to let you know who I am, how I function, what I see myself to be--do you really think it'd be that easy? That a few short phone calls could replace years of understanding? Do you really think that the girl I rattle myself off to be when you say you want to "know" me is real? Are you fucking with me?

You will never know me. Ever. It's not that I don't want you to, and it's not that I don't think you can handle who I am. It's just that I don't want to show you. Lain knows. Josh knows. And who I am with them is someone that the rest of the world will never see. Why? Because the rest of the world doesn't matter.