of course you wont say anything to me because youre not the kind of person, running after them to forgive, of the careless words you type behind your computer screen.
she's by herself, again. in isolating darkness of her snickering and smiling, at a bright blue screen. and of that is what most of her nights consists.
because some would rather live in words of little white lies like "you ARE pretty" "you seem nice" "youre really sweet", then decipher her own tangled abstruse 'life'.
I got bored and then this came at the top of my head.