On a plane creashing down because the pilot never knew he was the pilot and was busy looking at the pretty clouds.

This is what always happens. I smile too much, my cheeks hurt, i start crying.
I'm so happy, I'm somewhere else, until I start being really sad. And it's not something I control, believe me, or don't, it just so happens to always end up this way. It's a recurrent theme in the life of me.

It would be easy to say that when you're too happy you don't notice things that can make you quite sad, but that's not it. It's that, I notice them, but because I'm happy I let them solve themselves and be happy like me.

And then there's a whole drama with theatre. Now, I am not always taking what's on stage offstage but they're not that different sometimes. I mean, after all, theatre is a recreation of reality. People do say things and mean something else and it has disturbed me all my life but now it's just slowly making me paranoid.

It has become too hard to trust you. You never say something because you believe in it, many times you're the devil's advocate, even with me.
You talk too much for you own good, but you never say anything.
I know you hate being called mysterious, but then, why do you make yourself so? And why do you say that you believe in such a thing as the truth, but you just never say the whole of it.

And, why is it that you always avoid problems? You always want to solve things. The truth is, you never solve things, you just talk me out of them and that's not working anymore, because I believe you no more.