Feeling disappointed, in people.
Whoever whatever whenever.
Nothing new actually. I knew it long ago.
People just aim to talk about themselves.
They listen when they accidentally fall into the same misery.
People just aim to talk about themselves.
They listen when they accidentally fall into the same misery.
They care only if they remember how it's like.
Other than that, who gives a fuck about your story?
Who needs to hear sorrow while basking in happy days?
This is how I learnt to keep quiet.
Who needs to hear sorrow while basking in happy days?
This is how I learnt to keep quiet.
Come or go - People will be a bonus.
I'll be safe attached to myself.
And really.... no one else.
And really.... no one else.
Strange, but a decision that makes me happy. (:
I'ma sleep early tonight.
With Eminem's music in the background.
Yes Eminem. You didn't hear wrong.
He puts me to sleep.
