Curiosity killed the cat, or so they say.
I think curiosity is starting to kill me, too.
I snort and lay on my bed, telling myself that I'm pathetic. So very pathetic and sad.
In case you're wondering, I'm really sure I'm not holding a grudge anymore. Now, I'm just left with meaningless debris to fumble through.
Hey, maybe I'm only lying to myself this whole while and I don't even know it. I've been feeling like I don't care, and I even tell myself that I don't. Clearly, that's not what my actions say.
Cos, really, I'm still dwelling on it.
Yeah, I've been admitting a lot of things lately. I can't tell what's true and what's a lie anymore.
So, I tell myself that I don't care if she doesn't. But actually, do I really care even if I thought she didn't?
I'm confusing myself so much, I know.
Heh... what's wrong with me?
I need answers.
Do I care or do I not?
Does she care or does she not?
Does she still think about me?
When will this blow over, huh?
Or will it not?
Are we doomed to stay this way forever?
What am I doing, what do I feel?
Where am I standing now?
Who is Winter to me?
