(.. but i, haven't thought of you lately at all.)

so obviously i have a metamorphasised thought, and in turn that transitioned to a stubborn realisation.
i hate being left out. i hate not been there. i hate not being in. i hate being out.

there are indeed countless examples.
but i am off to not dwell on them.
explains why i have to know anything,
how secrets annoy me, especially when
toted around in front of my face, and how
i can see people and say, damn, maybe
i just don't know you anymore, from what
i once did, and that it's easier to stay
awkward than return to a comfort zone.

a long time ago we used to be friends.
peace out