recently a girl mentioned I were terribly sad. Inside. My eyes were sad, my view was sad. She liked me anyway. I didn’t understand. Why she liked me. When I am sad. The world seems to be upside down… so, very normal at least.
Since when sadness is sexy? Erotic? Magically magnetic?
Later she said, I am weird.
I think, she’s weird.
She wrote me that she likes it a lot when I look sad. Damn it. I am sad.
It’s life we have to life.
Piece by piece.