indie arie
Sunday, March 4, 2007
I'll run away from it all. And my standing reason will always be: I am indifferent. I do not care anymore. I never cared even before. Okay, wait, that's contradicting. But what the heck, no one's listening. Even when I said I think I like you, I guess even you didn't listen. It's not like you would, and I shouldn't even be expecting you to. I mean, c'mon, if I look at it, with reality sticking a knife at my back, I think that, no not think, it is hilariously laughable and utterly fake. It's not emo, it's just me thinking too much. A little bit too much. Even now, typing this, I feel like laughing, but I can't, 'cause I'm too conscious of what people would think.
Why did I have to put up with this?
Why did this ever happen?
Why did I even bother?
Why do anything?
Why?
Why you?
smiled at the sun again @ 9:47 PM,
