Unfeeling.
I feel like I've mastered likability. I'm just not sure if it's worth it. Despite the appearance of being a social butterfly, I'm actually quite lonely. Not only that, I've become shallow. My conversations have lost any deep meaning. I have this library in my head of facts about people I can use when there's nothing to talk about or I'm feeling socially anxious. You might think to yourself, wow, how genuine of this person to remember all these things about the people in their life. This person must really care. Don't let that fact fool you. Everything I know has a shelf life. I only ever keep what I need. I hate myself for it, but that's all I have ever been. I lost this sense of caring for others. When I'm approachable, that's because I save face. I like you because I don't want you to criticize how much of a psycho I am. I don't know how to chase relationships, just how to chase labels. I like being around people who make me feel as natural as if I were just by myself.