Kay.
Here I was so damn saddened and worried over you, funny, but I learned my lesson now, it was all so damn fruitless. How is it even possible for you to be unhappy when you have so many, many, many, many people who care for you, who love you, who go crazy over you, people who you are actually HAPPY to welcome and have endless conversations with? Why would I matter? Why would I - a freaking stupid, quiet, blind outsider - mean anything to you? No matter how much I've given up for you, it's all still pointless because I've always meant nothing to you since day one, I know. I wonder if you even remember my name.
Yes, yes, it was totally my bad for getting so worked up over trivial things such as your happiness, of course you are always happy without me in your life.
They say, crying is a good thing because tears wash away the pain. I refuse to believe in such, because right now the pain stays put.
I will just stop trying from now on, being fruitless as it is, like a shadow coming and leaving with the wind. When this light is over, I'll definitely be gone from your sight, your life.
And you'll be always happy that way.
Yes, yes, it was totally my bad for getting so worked up over trivial things such as your happiness, of course you are always happy without me in your life.
They say, crying is a good thing because tears wash away the pain. I refuse to believe in such, because right now the pain stays put.
I will just stop trying from now on, being fruitless as it is, like a shadow coming and leaving with the wind. When this light is over, I'll definitely be gone from your sight, your life.
And you'll be always happy that way.