ogre chem.

sometimes it feels like i can predict what you'll say next. like when i try to read you, i nod and feel i understand what you try to tell me. i respond to you so you know i do understand. i don't get much response from you, but i was close to being convinced that we were digging each other well. 

oh chem. why do you have to make me feel this way? why make it appear like i know you enough, when in truth, you hide a lot of things from me. quit playing games with my head.