I just need to stop falling in love with people just because…just because they’re caring/because they take a bit of interest in me/because they’re new and different/ just because they’re there.
Just because people show a bit of interest in me it doesn’t mean they always will. Because here we are, you’ve got bored of talking to me and you’re not answering anymore, and here I am alone again, sad again, down again. And here I am writing down my stupid thoughts again full well knowing that there’s no point.
An opera begins long before the curtain goes up and ends long after it has come down. It starts in my imagination, it becomes my life, and it stays part of my life long after I’ve left the opera house.