Lost to the same indifferent sun.

Oh you make me laugh at how pathetic and full of yourself you are.
Perhaps in 2 years, when I have got the experience of drifting through the hallways of post-secondary education facilities, I will understand. Perhaps it will make me "smarter" or "less naive", also as ignorant as you. Perhaps I will be produced in the next package of self-assured, know-it-all pricks among you, my dear friend. But that ain't likely.

I am not as naive as you think, but I don't mind you thinking opposites. Enjoying being an emotional wreck after a break-up with a girlfriend, such a disposable term, is what makes one mature and experienced, I get it. Nobody else has gone through nearly as much as you. Nobody has had their heart broken. Nobody has lost a friend. You are special. You deserve a star for your suffering. So you've loved and lived and laughed and lost and other bullshit. Fucking L, get over yourself.

No, I will not message you when I "come down from my drunken state". I am not in one. And for some reason no matter how many times you warn people straight up: "I won't stay for a while. I can write you off at any given moment and not feel a thing", they never listen. Well, so long Robert, you were one of the good ones. Nevermind the odd feelings towards my immature, naive and childish self that you have obtained for 3 years now, you really were.

Everybody is just waiting for their turn to speak. Nobody stops to listen to the sound of their heart beating anymore. We are all in a rush to prove ourselves, aren't we?
Well I hope that when the day comes and you start tying your strings to my appendages, I have enough time to blow my brains out in your face, Man.

It's 2am and I am wide awake. I cannot sleep because the thoughts of something better haunt me and also because I destroyed my sleeping pattern and basically any kind of pattern my body ever followed. One single song, one single momentum, one single feeling on my mind.

I just verbalized it today for the first time. I don't like the feeling of belonging somewhere, I just like faking it. I've faked it all through this school year but now I'm afraid I came face to face with the real deal.

Comfort, please go away willingly. I don't want to force you out..