Friday, April 3, 2009

I wish I can go back to a time when there was happiness.

In pursuit of happiness.

An elusive search.

I’ve had enough of this.

I don’t need you to care; I’m used to it by now.

It’s funny, you thinking that I want your attention.

Please, it’s too late. I’ve grown up from that wide eyed little girl who believed in you. Why would I want it now after knowing that stretching out your hand would only be met with the frigid wind? You taught me that lesson well and I’m far from forgetting it.

Just like I’m no longer five, you are no longer the same person in my eyes.

Oh, and just for those idiots out there who thinking fainting is fun and is a freaking joke. Then, I recommend you try it, I’d help you. And we’d see how fun it is for you.

And for the precious few of you who cared enough, I’m sorry if I caused you to be worried. It just seems so normal to be sick now. And I can’t bring myself to care.

I just remembered this line:

Just like the breeze that was everything to you, the breeze that left can never come back to the same spot again.