| I'm not so stupid. |
| I can see that some of the times |
| you have to be lying. |
| So one of these days |
| I'm going to run away |
| and the smile that you wear |
| when I'm not there |
| will return to your face |
| and never fade. |
A few days later: It's not fair. Or at least, I feel like it's not fair. I'm hurting but I feel like I can't be honest with you because I'm afraid of losing you. But I feel like you don't care for me. I'm hurting. I drove up here from Mililani, where there was a girl who wanted to spend the next 6 hours in bedwith me, but I came up here because I missed you and wanted to see you. And you barely have the time of day for me. And then there's the HiSAM thing again. You took the day off from HiSAM for what? For nothing. For something that you could've done anytime and still had time to do. But for me? No. Not for me, never for me, I'm not worth it. I feel like you don't care about me. And then I gave you my insecurities and you never responded because you were too busy. And you didn't care. And I was obviously troubled and made it obvious and left in a way that it was obvious and then you never called me or anything. But then, you never call me or anything. Never. You never do. And it hurts. And I guess you just don't care about me or at least don't miss me. You just must not feel the same way about me that I feel for you. *looks away* 8/16/03