Jun 12, 2011 19:42
When he doesn't talk and doesn't ask and I'm alone in sparking the interest that isn't there, it still hurts.
It's all very well and fine when you're in my head. It's not so okay when I try to convince you I'm harmless in reality.
And yet again the tears don't come. I wish I could, so it could be over.
existential crisis,
writing