You’ll forget about me sooner than you know it. I’ll slowly fade away from your life and I’ll notice it, but you won’t because you’ll be too busy to acknowledge that. You’ll forget about me and it wouldn’t come as a surprise for me. You’ll forget about me and I’ll never forget about you. It’s…
If you knew me well enough, you would know that I lie about how I feel more than half the time. If you knew me well enough, you would know that I hardly ever talk to anyone first because I’m one to isolate myself from people, hence; I’m anti-social or I don’t associate myself with many people. If you knew me well enough, you’d actually know when I’m okay and when I’m actually not. If you knew me well enough, you’d be surprise to find out what my past consist of. If you knew me well enough, you could easily read me and I wouldn’t be surprise if you can.
I guess, there isn’t anyone who stick around long enough to know me well enough even if I told them a few things here and there that I haven’t told others. People just aren’t as genuine as they seem and I find it kind of sad that no matter how much I’m searching for that genuineness in someone, it seems to just slowly fade out or it’s simply not there. I’m just not suited to have someone there for me because the lesson is that the only person you have is yourself.
Being underwater out in the ocean is probably the most calming thing there is. There’s nothing but you and the sound of your heart and the blood racing through your body. It’s vast and a mysterious blue wall surrounds you, with a small hint of sunlight sparkling in a ray between the ripples of…