i wish i could ignorantly dismiss all your opinion and thoughts about me, but i can't help, i cared about how you see me. i feel like wanting to jump out in front of you, be just freakin mad and confront your mocking look on me. but instead, i stayed shut. i knew the blame wasn't on you, for your disappointment and for walking away from me, but it wasn't on me either. i wish i could clear the strange look on your face, that looked as if saying; where has my long-lost dearest friend gone?
i wish i could live up to your expectation, but i couldn't. i wish i could do things that will continue to please and impress you; i could, but i wouldn't.


i hate how we are so helpless about that.