I hate listening to love songs at night.
It gives me the nostalgic awful feeling of far away memories, of broken connections and unsolved issues.
Not now, let me have a clear thought.
I don't suffer for unrequited love, but for the ones i'm yet to meet, if i'll ever.
I hope i will. Will i?
No.
If I were to guess, i'd say I don't want to.
Filled as I am of weak, pathetic feelings such as these, cruel sensations that take little bits of my heart, I won't need liars, I don't need games.
And still no ones sees me. They only look, holding their strange eyes against me, craving answers from me. Answers I don't have , or am too selfish to offer.
I don't need anyone.
I need to sleep. Forever.
Need to hide my very boring existance from everyone, they'll never know I wasn't interesting enough to live.
Just Sleep my sweet. Tomorrow, you won't have to battle the sun, and he won't bathe you with his warm, decieved hopes.
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