You win.

You win, I submit, I concede. Will you come back now?

These thoughts don't end, they aren't something you can throw into words and put into a box for the internet, but I'm leaving offline messages for people that may never read or care about what I have to say anyways, why shouldn't I bury more of me into more boxes?

It's funny how I always bitch and moan about not having friends and growing apart from friends, when if you asked me now what I would give to have what I had back, I would gift wrap anything for you, just to have it back. Even friends.

Guess I'm too much of a baby to not bitch and moan more. I told myself I wouldn't do this, write stupid shit on stupid e-paper to let stupid people read about stupid things, but I have nothing else to turn to.

PS: If you ever think you have an emotion, a feeling you want to hold on to, one that you truly feel you're the only person to experience, even though in reality you may experience it differently to others, google search it, you'll come to terms with the simple fact that there's a song out there describing it. So fuck you music, for taking away the originality of my emotions, for turning tears into words, feelings into lyrics, and everything else into rhythm.