Secret lives~ secret lives~ how many secret lives do you have? Hmm? Who are you always texting? Who is making you happy?

I'm jealous. I'm jealous, in the sense that it's not me, and that i'm not experiencing the same (or more) joy and contentment in my life, not necessarily involving you.

I guess that's what makes you replaceable. It's that i cannot grasp your existence, and you prefer to keep it that way. At the same time, i can live without you. I can become hopelessly curious about your life, but it doesnt mean that i will keep on exhausting myself with finding out. I will try, and try and try, but you can't find something that hides on purpose.

Is it time to wake up?

I'm feeling the loneliness creep in again. What is life.