crying my heart out maybe isnt a really good thing to do right now,
and it's probably a waste of time.
and maybe i really should have jus ran away and hid,
or maybe jus get kidnapped by some random person while so far back,
or even get chased by cats we saw on the way,
or whatnot.
you wouldnt even know,
would you?
nah i dont think so.
you only turned back when the cats meowed at you,
and when you've reached near the stairs
and it's time to return my bag.
oh well,
think im ridiculous all you want,
and think it's unfair for you all you want.
not a word was heard,
not a slightest hint was made,
not a single look of regret was found.
maybe it's all me,
being selfish and unthoughtful and whatever.
and it's like a crime jus being myself all the time,
of which you dont seem to appreciate much thus want me to change.

fucking mood swings these two days ah,
i swear im fucking angry with myself right now.