You have never truly read a book in your life and that is what keeps me up at night. You've always missed something. You'll never know everything the writer has scattered throughout the lines. You have no idea what secret connection a simple phrase has to the writer's personal life. You never know what the writer truly criticises in their lines. 

That is why I always read between the lines.

Right now as I say this, there might be some double meaning. Maybe I'm urging you to understand something about how I feel or I'm laughing as I pen down a joke only I will ever understand. Truth be told, I do not only read between the lines. I watch between the lines, I hear between the lines. Everything has a deeper meaning. A random hand gesture may mean that the speaker is uncomfortable. A little quiver in someone's voice whilst delivering a speech makes you understand that they may be anxious.

I always look for a deeper meaning. I am like those annoying teachers, yes, but honestly it is much more boring to take the words for what they are, "I walked to the park today.", "You went to the gym.", "He read a book". I want to enhance the meaning of every single phrase I hear, I want to be an enigma with everything I do. Instead of hearing the plain "I walked to the park today", I hear "I chose to see the beauty of the trees, instead of locking myself up in my concrete cage."

Thus, you've discovered my fatal flaw. I can never take the words for what they are. I need the bigger, complex, deeper meaning.

I believe that life would be so boring if there weren't these artists who give life complexity, who see the bigger picture, who truly wish to fill all the gaps, to not say things that are oh, so dull, and that have no flavour, no hidden meaning.

Some may call me a "pick me", but I simply do not want to miss anything. I do not want to let words fly in and out my ears without me making the most of them. I drown myself in dictionaries of foreign languages because I wish to never let words get lost in translation. As a matter of fact, I get annoyed at my own incompetence whenever I read a translated book because I haven't read it in the language the writer bled on their paper.

As to not annoy others and dig my own grave by showing these curiosities, I walk quietly to my desk, wait for the class to being and read some book I shoved in my backpack before leaving so nobody would come and try to make fun of me with their "harmless chatter", that will lead to me holding in tears whilst I overhear what they say about me, loud enough so I could hear it. 

The teacher walks in and yells at me after asking me a question I had no idea how to answer. I try to hold in the tears and remind myself to read between the lines. I never know what is going on with someone. Maybe she's just having a bad day or she's going through something. "I can't let words hurt me", I remind myself desperately in my head. 

I've convinced myself that I'm not the problem, but maybe I am. Maybe all these people can't stand me for a reason.

The thoughts sink deeper into my head as the rest of this class passes by. 

But I read between the lines, look for the deeper meaning, and no matter how many times my bridges burn down by hurtful words, I must remind myself that words are never just words, and they only have power over me if I take them as they are, if I don't look for the deeper meaning.