... It feels great, being friends; I mean, at least when you're nearby. But sometimes I wonder if it's worth it. Because the times that it doesn't feel great, the times when you're not around and you don't even care to talk to me or ask how I am or see if I want to hang out or whatever? Those times especially SUCK.
I start thinking too much. It's stupid. You've told me you care about me and all that; I shouldn't be insecure. It's just that it seems like after only a couple months, you care about someone else so much more than you ever cared about me. You take their words to heart. You spend all your time talking to them. They're so SPECIAL to you.
I've realized by now that I'm not that cool of a person. I'm not the best at conversation. I'm awkward and I have this love/hate relationship with humankind and I don't know that much about anything. I'm... Meh. You could easily live without me. Nobody NEEDS me. Especially not you.
I want to move far away and live in a park and be someone else and lie about my name. And forget everyone. Especially you.
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