I can see you and you don't know it.
I am jolly well aware that i seem to be running around you in circles but i just don't understand. I'm so tempted to just press the Ctrl + X, blank out a whole lot of memories we used to share, and Ctrl + V them at the recycle bin. Refresh, and tada, spare me all the bewilderment of ever having to try figuring out what goes through your mind.
It is so funny how i am always able to see the things i am not meant to see, hear things you dont want me to hear, and know things i would be better off not knowing. You probably find comfort in thinking that i don't know, that i stand at the outskirts of your life receiving table scraps of information. but guess what? i know.
Why am i even attempting to be nice? seriously, why do i have to put on this mask just for the sake of being nice? I think the limit has officially been reached. When you say you miss me, i cannot believe it in the slightest bit, because i am so used to being lied to.