thank you

for making me feel more defeated than a day ago, for having rushed over for someone else, on the day that i, too, needed to be comforted. my waiting has been meaningless. the way i sucked up my loneliness was simply stupid.

i wonder why i have to be such a tragic character in my own stories, why i had to be the one to walk under the rain in weather so cold, shedding tears so unwillingly.

i don't want to care about those who don't care about me anymore.