I'm sure you've heard it plenty. I am bland, annoying, a complete and utter waste of space. Everything I say is monotone; I am ingenuine. My words have no meaning to them. They have no personality. People look at me and they wonder what goes on inside of my head. However, often enough, they'll come to the conclusion that nothing much goes on in that hollow space because I am empty. Talking to me is similar to talking to a brick. Where are my quirks? My uniqueness? My soul? What makes me, me?Every conversation leads to constant anxiety that this person, who has the unfortunate honor of knowing me, hates my presence. They despise my companionship because I'm overbearing or maybe just an outright pest. I am not a number one choice, thought maybe you can already tell. I don't think I'll ever be anybody's number one. How could you like someone who is so twisted up in their own thoughts; someone who won't open up and let them have a peek inside? Someone who is a lost cause.People will often find a soulmate, not the one you'd expect in movies and books, but someone who really connects with you. A person that, maybe not immediately but over time, learns to understand you. A person who you can talk to without worrying what to say next. I guess I'm afraid of never meeting that person.