with the one who tries to hide what he don't know to begin with

you know, some of these people i just don't get. their immaturity is out of this world, man--i am neither that smart nor that sane but, seriously? is this how small their bubbles are, how empty, how meaningless? it makes me sad. the way they squeeze their tinyness, attaching it to the texture of others.

but honestly who cares? it's all 'bout misunderstanding anyhow. misunderstanding love, loyalty, friendship, joy, games.. i can't correct them all.




it's all right boys, i still love ya. in a healthy way, that is.