who are we? we've escaped. i used to have all these feelings and now, I don't. and so what are you? i don't know why i keep trying to make you so important. i dont understand myself. but now that you're not, i just don't know what to do. when i decide something, i mean it.
and i hate that i have to tell you things about me.
you should just know.
and its not because you're a guy or whatever or that people can't "read my mind" because i have met people who just know things about me. who know how i act. who love it. and i should be making them important.
but the thing is, they already are.
so thats why i'm so focused on you.
or maybe, for some reason larger than both of us.
or maybe.