I sometimes tend to be incredibly quiet, painfully shy, I watch and listen and smile (like it's no big deal).
Not a terribly happy kid. I'm usually brooding about one insignificant thing or another. i feel guilty about not being content, because i can't come up with any reasons why i shouldn't be.
Whenever I'm in a car and not driving I always look out the windows. Not because I want to think and avoid the other people in the car, but because I need to have constant visual stimuli. I need to see the green and brown fields, the red and white clouds against the azul sky, and the cement masterpieces that are tangled in cities.