the come up: why I am alive...

The morning after... I feel/felt like a ghost. My physical presence was seemingly known...
And knowing that I was known by the only person I wanted to notice and remember my awkward existence/or phantom of the exit (without me making any form of communication or form of actual visual appearance), made my day...

I mean... the knowing thought of her thinking of me at one point, the next day, during a certain space of time, felt overwhelming... because I'm always in space when I think of her. Even if it was just for a brief moment. It's not often I get thought of... So, I do wonder... who am I the thought of? Am I the thought of you? Or do I possess the thoughts you unthought of? I'll let you overthink my thoughts. But, I mainly want to read yours...

But... I hate that I currently feel really unattractive, and I dislike the fact I've always been aware of my ugliness, and many people pretend to not notice... as if they're completely oblivious. Or are they just too nice to not say anything at all? Love reminds me why...

And for that reason, I'm not returning to Facebook, unless she asks for me back. So, now you know why I left...

No more subliminals, or speaking metaphorically. Expect more normalcy from me...

Do you know how it feels to be in love with the person dancing right next to you? No? Oh...


~JapanIsSega~