no one even noticed when i decided to do a thing so i was like really did i do a thing.
can you tell.
pick me up and take me like something you left in the house and remembered later. and i can do what ever but i don’t because i’m not supposed to.
i act but i don’t even think i act like i have it all together. i feel like i am mostly talking to myself which is true because i hardly speak.
especially for myself. i am easily broken but you all ready know that probably. i am a thief like you and we both learned well. i am talking to you but you’re just saying yeah. it’s no thing really. i don’t even know any thing but maybe i pretend to.
you think you have to and maybe we should. it’s not any thing but it’s some thing.