Communication is over-rated.
And. It's gotten worse.
At first I thought the feeling would disappear with time... maybe fade or whatever. But I don't think it's going to leave me.
Or rather, I'm not letting it leave me. Too much has happened that I cannot let go off.
I see the looks on people's faces, you know.
Then I think about how foolish I was then. And then I think about how happy I was then. Or at least, happier than I am now.
And I want to speak up but just cannot. I don't want to bring myself to care anymore.
I'm really tired of all this.
