i’ve thought about it a while. All she want is to have fun.
what is fun? That’s my question, is is fun making someone feel good about themselves?
thinking now, what should I do – I’m not fun, I don’t even know what it is, how to express it – who thinks that this or that is fun.
not me, But thats all she want, is to have fun. I don’t suppose I blame anyone from having fun, thouugh, I think I know one thing and that is that it’ll never be with me. How depressing,
I’m in a bubble again, I feel like I’m designing within the constraints of this world. Moulded, and suffocated by the pattern already laid, the template that defines my boundries. How does one have fun like this?
all she wants is to have fun, who am I to deny anyone this? I will not – and thus I will not decieve those that want to know me to thinking that I’ll provide it. Sometimes I wonder just what I can provide. This bubble is a transparent mask, diluting the obvious and feeding of me.
all she wants is fun, and I’m no fun.