identity crisis.

my dad loves to speak to me from upstairs
in the normal volume.
then i wld scream up to ask him to repeat wat he said.
then he wld repeat wat he said in the same small voice.
then i wld scream that i cant hear.
then he wld shout real loud to tell me that i've damaged my ears by listening to noisy music.

i r r i t a b l e.
i dun feel like talking
to anybody.
even to myself.

identity crisis.

how wld i love
to have a friend who knows me.

then again,
i dont even know myself.

all's ending by next week.
the end.
your indifference anticipation scares me.
a lot.