i feel odd. inside i do feel odd. i hate surrounding people. and objects. i hate how people sometimes dont notice youve changed in a way. a way of confusion and hurt. some people will just remember the same you. and think you will never change again. not that im talking about change in likings or your look. just in your lifestyle kindof. no one is there. behind your closed doors. behind your thick eyelashes. no one else can see what your thinking. and tell you what you like and what you hate. tell you what to feel inside. no one can understand until you personally spell it out to them. or give the idea away slightly. but who really cares anyway.
