There.

There are all these things that I want to tell you about, but you don't want to listen.

So you shut me up and you shoot me down.

I feel like I've lost my voice sometimes. And when I do get it back, I feel guilty for using it. Because nobody wants to hear. Because I am being immature and… everything I go through is trivial.

So fine.

I'll pretend to stop caring. I don't want to bore you. I'll just keep to myself then. I'll let my thoughts and worries implode. I won't inconvenience you. because if you see it as an inconvenience, I don't want to go through with it.

You hate me. You just don't know because there is a fine line between love and hate and, half the time, the line is blurred.

I'm going to disappear now.

Goodbye.

*If this post sounded a little bit suicidal at the end there, it wasn't meant to be. See? It wasn't meant to be.