The perks of being a wallflower..

We all possess some sort of introverted characteristics that define our personality. Mine have seemed to converge and give birth to many traits. I feel as if the more introverted I am the more hostile and sensitive I become. For instance, I hold in problems I seem to be faced with, facades or not, these edifices cause interference getting across my true emotions and I come across as bitter. I have this inability to continue in a relationship for too long. Every time its different reasons but never have I failed to escape a relationship without a valid cause. Looking back I find that my motivations were fabricated and highly superficial, but I wonder if this rift in my character is fueled by a supernatural intuition of sorts, allowing me to see through lost causes and my true soul mate is waiting for me. Most likely I'm doomed to drown in my mess of bodies I have decapitated and the collected memories I have as keepsakes to look back on when I'm drunk and lonely. I'm still searching for the answers and still finding myself to be more and more inadequate. I wonder what it is like inside someone else's head? Mines a mess. A super congested highway, with out a grid, and more accidents than a two year old and a bowl of spaghetti. The perks of being a wallflower I guess.