Who says it doesn't get cold right here, right now?
Please, may I beg to differ?
Maybe it's because I'm in a fully air-conditioned room with the remote control farther than an arm's reach away. Or maybe it's because these tears are taking my body heat as they evaporate. Or is it just the feeling of coldness given off by this empty space inside me?
Why do people make me feel so special when I can't reciprocate? I'm a selfish person, who is only concerned with my own problems, my own interests; I'm consumed with living my life in a bubble, blocking out the rest of the world. I spent 10th grade trying to stay as distant as possible from everyone else in the class. (In my defense, it wasn't the best environment to be in.) But what about everyone else? What about my TOEFL prep class? Oh, the people I met there! They showed me that there is another side to the world, other than SS Planet, the planet of the spoiled and stupid. I didn't let them in, did I? I just turned them away, simple that. Anybody who tried to get close to me got turned away.
The problem is, if they never got in, then why do I feel so empty like something has been taken out of me? Why do I keep staring at the phone, waiting for the text message I know would never come? Keep watching out for something, I don't know what, like a miracle to happen?
Now playing: You Can't Break a Broken Heart by Kate Voegele
