he doesnt care about me.
but do i.
did i miss him.
the more important is, did he miss me.

every time i go away.
i dream of not coming back.
and every time i come back, i want to see things different.
and every time i come back i see things are the same. but yet i feel uncomfortable.

where is he?
did he disappeared.
he never was here.
he can't go. he never came.
he is always so far.
where am i ?
i really don't know.
i thought he could tell

blablabla.
i'd like to write so much..
but i have to study also.
i get angrier when i weep for things less important than myself.
such as studies.
i can cry because of my studies.
i sometimes cry because i miss the bus.
or just because it is cold.
or just sometimes it is too hot.