and the bad thing, about games, i suppose... is that no one wants to believe you when you stop playing them.

so there is a new "he." there are always multiple hes... but this one is different. this he thinks he knows better than me. this he thinks i am playing a game with him that he is better at. this he thinks he knows me... and knows when i am playing vs. when i am serious... even though less than 30 minutes ago i proved just how HORRIDLY wrong he can be about me... he still maintains that he knows what i am thinking and why i am saying/doing/acting the way i am.

i don't really know what to think about this he anymore. because the minute i admit that he is a he... he doesn't want me to be a she anymore.

it seems like this quote is fitting again:

'first of all, don't presume to know what i think unless i tell you what i think.
second of all, i am not a chase. i am a fucking marathon.'