He makes me angry. He makes me mad. He makes me go crazy. Most importantly, he makes me happy. And that’s all that counts.
Cold and alone.
I wish i knew how the world works. I really do. I want to know what it’s like to feel like you’re a part of something real. Instead, i stand here in this crowd, hoping that someone would hear me. I guess being in this crowd is being a part of something. A part of something wishing it was something else.
I’m cold and alone and this empty feeling washes over me. Spare me your cynical looks and judgemental thoughts.
Indecisive,
A.Arziyana
