I have nothing to say to you.

Even when my friend persuades me to, I still have nothing to say to you.

Is this me being stubborn? I don't know.

Though I'm certain that I no longer think clearly, blur, unwary, always not making sense, saying stupid things, being a stubborn fool. And there is nothing I can attribute this affliction to, it just happened. Are you hating me for that?

Are you even hating me? Somehow, I can't comprehend you.

I'm not much of a fun guy ( fungi ), and when it comes to talking to you, I get tongue-tied and all that, but I still try to talk. I end up talking shit, and the conversation goes no where. Can't impress you, can't make your day any better.

I don't know what to think of you, what to think of our relationship. It's all a mere blank. No relationship acutually. I do not know you well, and you do not know me. I'm not part of your life, and you're not part of mine.

It's plain weird, but we're unknowingly distant. Even after all this time.

No, I do not deserve to make such claims. So what if it has been so long? I've hardly spent time with you, hardly seen you, and now, hardly keeping touch with you. Of course this shit happens.

You have a sufficient number of good friends now. You certainly do not need one more. Let alone make room for a weak and troublesome person like me.

It's easy to just give up and say, forget it. It's easy to be some sore dude who eats sour geapes. Infatuation, perhaps. I do not know of true love. I am not well learned in terms of relationships. I don't even know what the fuck is going on.

I foolishly cling on to what seems like nothing.

What am I saying? Darn..

Ah, just take it that I said nothing. Move on.

Biology went pretty well today I think, pretty much remembered some things that I'd studied, but forgotten some too. Oh well, it's past.

Math tomorrow.

Just give me 795842 billion years to sort things out, that is the short little break I need in order to set things straight.

Yeah, criticism.