In addendum

I want to cry, too.
But that's not possible.

I'm congested, coughing like a mafaka, and sitting right next to the fucking door where you are probably sleeping in right now. Sleeping the just and fair sleep.

I know that it's not right of me to contest that you are not allowed to,
but as I mentioned like a few minutes ago, there is the hunch of mine where I believe you are not aware of some things.

I feel like I should be the person to show you, but I think that that would not end up the way I want it to.

I should quit you.

I should concentrate on school, on life, on moving on.

Fuck you, you make me want to leave, I don't want to leave you.

I'm better now, though. I'm getting studying done when I'm not regurgitating the mother of all phlegm.



Put some effort into this.
It seems like your world is working out just as fine, as long as you get what you want,
so either you want this friendship, or whatever, or not.

I don't like ultimatums, so it'll end up in a conversation, which I'm not going to start, but wait forever for you to do so.

But no, now you can actually respect what I ask for and leave me alone?

I don't get you, sometimes.
I'm still learning. I hope that it'll help me, you.


Knowing my luck... probably just me, after the great divide.