I know it may not be the biggest deal, but I get grouchy if I don’t get to talk to you.
Here we go again…
I hope one day our hearts reunite and remember what was once before. We can go out for lunch, exchange bittersweet words about the present, and reminisce about our history. Nothing thrilling; all casual.
People change as their knowledge increases.
Why do I feel so damn invisible to you? I try so hard to get your attention and you don’t notice. I tell you about my day and you seem to not be interested. I give you hints and you don’t get them. All I want is your attention. Get that in your fucking head.
When it comes down to it, I will let you think what you want to think. If you are going to put false information about me into your mind and actually believe every single thing that comes out of a mouth that does not belong to me, then fine. That will be who you are: gullible and oblivious. Not my problem.
