니가… 알아요?

I’m scared of you. You’re making me suffer from excruciating jealousy even though my intuition suggests that - deep down - you’re actually somebody else. Please get out of my head…

My nightmare gave me goggles and I can’t find the courage to take them off. I’m sure you’re actually a great person. I don’t even know you. What am I doing…

You’re cool.

We’re different.

Maybe we’ll talk later then.

I doubt you care.

It doesn’t matter who you think you’ve become. Don’t disrespect me again.

My iPod Touch is an unreliable piece of crap.

In the brief and beautiful moments of life, I imagine you by my side and I silently rehearse the words I’d say.

I don’t understand why everything abruptly ended, but I’m still praying for you.

I know little about you people. I haven’t invested time into exploring the beautiful breaths you’ve been holding from those you fear.

You’re missing. 

I’ve been so depressed lately that my body puts itself to sleep. There were several days this week when I’d be awake for less than 8 hours of my day. I’m wake-deprived but my fantastic dreams keep me down.

The more I assume, the less I know.

I still haven’t figured you out. I haven’t asked the questions I’ve been meaning to ask, yet you’re not obliged in gracing me with answers. My curiosity hasn’t faded an ounce but I’m afraid it will grow to kill me.