Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

    You can't ever know me till I leave. Sometimes I wonder...is it me? Am I getting the wrong ideas? Yes? Or. No? Sometimes I don't know. 
     You left me alone once. I already know you'll do it twice. There's just this combination I keep describing when I try to communicate with you.
       Which number should I choose in order for you to keep talking to me. And really if you didn't know, I'm always saying the incorrect number or saying the thing that doesn't keep your interest. 
        Sometimes I don't know what I have to say to keep you company. When I'm the one who technically needs company. Sometimes I don't know the combination to all your bullshit. It's all that I don't know.
      So that's why when I leave I'm pretty sure you will keep me in mind. I'm trying my best to see what these numbers will do to your combination.
      So it really isn't me getting any wrongful ideas. Sometimes you won't know if it's you or me when you're feeling depressed. Trust me on this...You will find out that the answer  is me.
     Either way, you wouldn't know. You won't know me, not until I'm gone. And this is what I can possibly know.