just minishorts.

I used to have conversational pieces with my friends, people like you.

I used to be carefree. I used to take them all, the funny shoots. I used to jot them down, those little crushes. I used to tell the world.

And you would laugh, you would cry, you would nod, you should shake your head. Unbelieving. Believing. That's what you were like.

Alas now, the burdens of my ego, not required, yet there, they weigh me down.

I wish I could tell you how I feel, but I can't.

*sigh*

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