When I Can't Do Anything Else

Farewell (I'm tired)

I'll stop it. I'll stop looking like a fool for now on. I'll stop feeling this emotional turmoil to people who doesn't even care about me. I'm tired of seeing faceless friends, and I'm tired of being an option. I know, deep down, if I give you a choice to choose between him or me, you'll choose him. I'm tired of being second best in your eyes. I'm so stupid to even entitle you as a best friend. Now, I'm taking it back. I need a friend who'll choose me, whatever the odds may be, they'll choose me. And I'm not sounding selfish, 'cause people have that kind of person in their life. The person that'll always pops in your mind, first. The person that you have a strong heed to protect, and love. And it seems that I'm not that person to you. You were always on his side. A fool, I was. You're insensitivity made realization dawn over me, and I thank you for that. I realized that I don't need to have you as a friend anymore. I don't need you because you hardly don't even need me. So, what's the point on trying to be amiable here? You're just one of those faceless friends I have, and I'd rather you stay faceless. I'm tearing off all our ties, with silent smiles and solemn waves. With stern nods and determined dismissiveness. I will make myself mysterious to you, and to everybody who isn't my friend, until I become the anonymity that I'm trying to learn. Farewell, for I am just another one of those people in the crowd. Farewell, for I'm tired to please your presence. Farewell, for I shall cover myself in a veil of mystery. Farewell, and you'll see me with a face that you'll never decrypt.

Farewell, I hope you have a good life.

-I'm so tired of you choosing this person over me, I'm done, //k.u.