I don't know why I let everything you say get to me?
Obviously I care, for some reason beyond my understanding, I care. Otherwise I wouldn't be spending most of my time playing, pausing, rewinding all our conversations in my head.

I don't want to impress you. I don't want to be you. I don't want to be your friend. I don't want your acknowledgment. Yet, I am so freaking obsessed, that I am blogging about it.

Of all the things I want to tell you, I want to tell you this: For a so called nonconformist, you surely do judge!