caldera dacci | district seven [wip]

I really am a Caldera.
        A collasped volcano with none of that fiery anger still boiling inside of me deep down. All I am now is an emotionless mountain that is no more a hot attraction. I am no longer something parents warn their kids about, I am no longer a hazard. When people used to try to get close to me, I always hurt them without meaning too. Even now people don't try to figure me out. Well, some do. Some people try to be my friend, but I am just a mountain, and when you finally find out everything about me, I'm not as great as I seem. So that's why people barely make an attempt to get to know me, because I'm just tall and still, and I let people tread on me without doing anything about it.
        I'm precise. It's incredible that someone like me who has a problem finding what x equals can organize his room in a way that makes perfectly good sense to him. It's amazing I can add so much detail to a wooden figure but I can't figure out how to talk to a girl. It's called OCD and I can't take on step on my left foot without taking one on my right. Every time I eat pancakes I have to make sure they are perfectly stacked on one-another, largest-to-smallest, bottom-up, centered.