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 I have a bad habit of asking a lot of questions. Personal, pointless, strange, inappropriate and everything inbetween.  When I find someone worth knowing, they're  like a compelling book to me...I want to know everything. Which is hard because as people we don't want others to know everything about ourselves. It would make us vulnerable. I have very few friends that really know me in depth, which is amusing to me because when people ask things, I answer. It's also funny to me because it proves what I already know, I'm way to curious. I think it's just the fascination of knowing someone's story, what they've been through and who they've become. Not just the filler day to day stuff. For a long time I lost interest in knowing others, disappointments in my own life leading to the lack of energy to give people. It's been like that awhile. I can see that part of me again, the girl who sees something in people, the beauty behind the pain. Maybe it's because I'm starting to see myself clearly again. Who knows where it could take me. I'm looking forward to finding out.