4.24.2011

Ptolemy

Not everything revolves around you.

I'm writing because for the first time in my life, I had nothing else to say to people anymore.

I was once good at telling people how I feel. I'm almost very poetic about it. At the same time, I'm a priceless listener as well. I have to be, I only have one ear.

Now, well everyone's damaged. And ewan. Sometimes I just want the people i care for, I listen to, and I give advice to, to ask me if I'm okay. And I will say I am, promise. It's just that no one asks.

And no one listens. fuck.

Selfish ba ko? Or selfish sila for expecting me not to be?