yes, why should i define you?
probably because i wanted to categorize your existence. because we all slipped from each other one time, if you could still remember. and from there, i want to plot you. but too impossible. and so where do i begin? yeah. if i couldn't plot myself, then how can i plot you? i m point 1 over 0.
but i don't know. i am parellel blank. i don't know how i can live up to the webster's definition of friend for you guys. i am not good with words and i offer no great advice. i am mute in your company. reasons would most probably be because (1) you have sucked out all my words to speak; (2) i am simply born with no magical words to offer; (3) i know your cerebrum works inside your cranium; and (4) i don't give a damn.
forgive me if i have been so nonsense. which makes me feel sad as well. because you perceive me as one. yes, i am locked up to your minds just as a listener. nothing more to expect. i am trying to be a person with words to quote, but everybody guessed right: i am no good. this is probably one factor why i am no good with extravagant statements. because i am trying hard, trying hard and yet i am still categorized as "it's okay, what's important is that you listened." so who the hell would take into consideration the words i say? why the f*ck would anyone care about my opinion? i am a listener. just one.
and now it's all turned up side down. this is a window of my selfishness. i am still point blank. i do not know which route to take. would i persuade you to turn your back at what you're doing or should i just support you? i am unsteady.
so if you'd want to put me into words, take unsteady & selfish as top choice.
but who would care anyway. all i am is an ear.
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