i don't need a boyfriend. i need a therapist. i'm not meant to be the one that got away. I'm meant to be the bullet you dodged. i'm so yours. i'm so sorry.
black umbrella, full of holes, drench my soul, give me another, to fly to the stars, like Mary Poppins, i like sesame seeds freckles on her skin, I''m right here, my gentle dear and you're so.... afar.
Inspiration - Just Say I'm Right - Art of Fighting
You ramble and You monologue, while i keep my lips pursed.
i wonder if You’ll notice, i haven’t said a word..
But you simply entertain Yourself, and i remain unheard.
Being an introvert is tricky. There's been a couple times I've just stopped talking to see how long people would talk to themselves... spoiler alert---it's a long time.