please.
please spend some time to read this.
i started to be lonely.
i started to feel like not being myself.
to get your attention.
i'm not talking to my boy.
i'm talking to you. my girl.
do you understand?
how i feel.
i wanted to be concerned.
i'm feeling like scraps of paper.
i saw you with them.
chatting so happily.
i really want to join in.
but i have nothing to talk with you.
no topic.
but sometimes.
i actually cannot hate you.
because i call you as a friend.
a best friend. |
