Sometimes I just hate how I had to adapt throughout my whole life to try to understand you,
and this, somehow, has made me impossible.
I thought if I could get you, act like you, talk like you, understand the things you do,
you would accept me, like me, want to be with me.
After all these years I can do nothing but to accept I was terribly wrong.
You don't care if we are not like you, nor if we never understand you.
In fact this gives you stuff to talk about, jokes to make and basically makes your lives make sense.
It is so sad because we at least can manage to act like you and have fun with you instead of with you.
Sadly enough, you are not capable of doing the same.
It is so fun to play with your minds, though when we really need you to act the way you are supposed to,
you walk away and pretend you don't know what you should do, or even better, who you should do.
I am about to get sick of it.
It is of course nice to have someone to talk about all those silly things they would just not care enough to….
but I feel as if all this bloody effort has been in vain.
Of course I had lots of fun with you…
specially because of the wrong things I got to do alongside…
but now that you're about to leave I am not sure how you feel about this, about us.
Maybe you just don't give a shit after all…
maybe I'll get to understand things better when we meet again in October
…who knows…
All I know is I am not doing this anymore…
I'd much rather be one of them, if it meant I could be with you.
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