maybe i really speak codes sometimes but alls left in these rubble of alphabets is how you choose to decode them yourselves. i cant decide for you how you want to read my tone my awkward methods. as on my part, i never want to come clean.
i'm an equally confused person.

i had no idea how much (...) but does it matter anymore?
all i want is the weeks to end as i repeat the cycles of going school and coming home. and then act like nothing happened front faces.

i keep asking myself the same question. does it matter anymore.
but even if it does, so what.



why were you so cruel.