i dont know why i keep playing along. when all you do is hurt me over and over again. maybe making me angry and making me bitch about it covers up the hurt i feel. i don't know. i've known you for years and yet you don't get it. i've dropped countless hints. somedays are good days, during which i feel like hating you less..but these don't come easily anymore. today was a good day. today i felt what it would be like if we were best friends without a care in the world. if i didn't know better, we would be. OH-SO-SUPERFICIALLY. that's what we have, you know? superficiality. all of what we have is fake. a lie. a joke. it's pathetic. but why? because i'm afraid, and you're oblivious. i hate seeing everything in people. i hate being the middle person in a situation where two other people are oblivious. that's what it was like. was. now you're the only one oblivious, everyone else has seen it but you. why is it so difficult to see? you want to see what everyone else sees?
try it, it's called a mirror.
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