my brain is full and it keeps expanding. makes me think of how we only use a fraction of the brain that we really could. it makes me so upset. i want to use my entire capacity.
i'm sorry, though. i don't want to make you feel bad despite all that you have made me feel.
you're still the kid that can always make me laugh.
but you won't ever care about me like you used to, again.
i'm not important enough.
and this isn't a letters to the world blog.
but in case anyone is listening, take note:
it has been proven i'm not worthwhile. when i'm gone, i'll matter not more than a penny you find laying on the ground of a gas station.
"out of sight, out of mind" completely and always.
