ouhhkk.

fine, i'm an outsider.
who gives a fuck right.

i'm just plain speechless now.
not that i've never met you guys or anything.
but i did, didn't i?

and we did went out, didn't we?

and yet, i'm still the outsider.
oh, joy.

and to you, whatever your name is.
you don't know me.
ouhk. hell to knowing me.

let's make it simpler.
you haven't meet me.
so, just shut your trap.

"fuck, i came to your performance when i was free. i came to your sessions when i was free. i made friends with everyone. and i even tegur them on the street. celebrated halloween with you guys. AND I'M AN OUTSIDER!"

was what i told dear beloved.

yes, i'm mad.
disappointed too, you know.

but like everyone says, these small things are not remembered by, let's say... people who call others 'losers'?

what do you think?