The Monkey Says: This Is Why Best Friends Don't Exist

I am someone you can't surprise because my mind wanders off so quick and at every single thing worth wandering off for. Daydreaming is a course I can claim first prize. Paranoia is genetics. Every single thought and movement after is what I fill my mind with.

So seriously, do you think I wouldn't know?


Full frontal was such a pain, worst for you I presume, puzzles me because I thought we were close. I thought we could share. I thought words exchanged weren't just because they were obligatory to fulfill as a friend.
because of the things I thought we were, I have shrunk to a size so minuscule.
It bothers me so much to the extent I can't sleep and the first thoughts are always you. Wondering what did I do wrong.

But this is me, typing at point where I really don't want to care, don't want to go all out for you, don't really wish for you to be there anymore.