just am.
if you know me, you would understand why.
maybe that's why hel thinks i'm weird.
when i don't think i am at all.
everyone tries so hard not to look like the rest,
yet some spend their lives wanting to look LIKE the rest.
which one are you?
understated nomalcy.
hidden nonchalance.
jaded beyond redemption.
tonight, it's peaceful. no more repeating.
no more bad nights, seemingly like a bad tape running on repeat.
no more.
the "backing" wasn't that "backing".
but i well expected it before hand.
disappointments again and again, how much more can i take before i give up on it?
when will he salvage before i lose hope?
or will i have to lower my expectations further, and not expect anything?
the contrast of the day and the night.
the gaping hole between peace and chaos.
behind every mask, there is a story.
so, what's yours?
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