September 23, 2016


It's post-raining outside. And I don't know why I'm feeling so blue right now.

I thought I was doing what I could to make you be a better person.

I can't remember the last time we spent time together just by the two of us. It's been awhile, you said. But today I didn't see that spark in your eyes. Something just seemed... off. Why, you ask. I just know. I don't know why I'm writing this publicly on my blog when most of the time I just keep it to myself.

But I need someone to talk to, and this blog is the only one that will never judge me, scream at me, or tell me what I should do. It just listens to me.

I can take care of my own things

You barely sleep at least not until it's five in the morning


You're a man, don't be like this

Yeah so that's why I told you I can take care of my own

How can you say that so easily? I don't even know what to say. Yet you persistently urge me to say something. Why is this getting harder for me? I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought we were getting better.

I miss you, I said last night. And so did you.

But look at us now.

It's post-raining outside.

And my feelings are left sitting on the stone under the rain, cold and neglected.

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