i am getting the impression that everyone's busy.
everyone.
i don't think i can be worthy of anyone's time.
i am after all just a speck of sand in everyone's desert.
you do not have to care about me.
i am worthless.
inconspicuous.
i could just die one day and no one would care.
maybe some might drop their tears.
but who would remember me 1 week later?
i guess no one.
no one could care more about me.
no one knows what i am thinking.
and i don't plan on telling anyone.
i may be selfish,
but all i want is a little time.
guess that's too hard.
maybe i am thinking too much.
or not.