I can read minds.
well,they’re not a book, but I see them. they’re like little planets I can walk in. I like going into coffee or book shops and watch people. I can see their whole lives. what they’re worrying about. What they’re happy about. I can see series play in their heads.certain moments played over and over. I have seen people practically jumping with joy. doing everything in their power not to,actually.
I can’t see the future.only the past and present. but I can understand it in a way no one else can.
I write. under a pseudonym. it’s another identity.
Nobody knows. well, nobody offline. I spent a lot of time on the internet. I have a blog, twitter, all that.I haven’t got many friends offline. I creep people out. I haven’t seen my family in a while.They were happy to send me abroad to study. I was happy to leave.
I don’t work for anyone.they’d want to control me and this is my gift. it may be a pain in the arse sometimes but it is mine. I’m not a lab rat
But I do help people. when I can.