WHAT THEY DON'T KNOW.
I have that summer on repeat.
Most possibly because of the lots of things that have happened to me in such a short time. Or maybe because those same things haven't happened ever again and by then, they were completely unexpected. Surprisingly. They talk and think they know, when actually they couldn't tell me much, anything, actually, about those confusing facts, 'bout that part, 'bout anything: they could only talk shit and it sucks (for them) because they'll never ever know. It doesn't matter to me now, though, since I never cared at all and have been thinking about it lately and found out my own secrets or whatever. I have changed, it's true, but not as much as to not to being recognized but someone like that. Anyway, why would it be different this time? I'm not so sure if I have changed in a good way or if I haven't changed at all. It doesn't help when I see in that someone what I see in myself to: both parts trying prove the other part wrong, or different at least.
This is gonna be hard but I do feel like I'm able to do it (whatever I'm gonna do).
