Its K

Whenever i talk about the death and these stuffs.. I always feel like they are getting closer to me.
The more i talk about it, the more i feel it coming.. closer.. faster..

I hate everyone.
I hate my people.
They never once try to understand me.
You only speak, but you never truly try.

You talk about me without even thinking about what i feel all this time. I was amazed how you could say that "you'd cry right" to me that time when we were talking about "that". But in fact, you're not, dear.
I'm so tired of everything and everytime we argue about this, it hurts me a lot. I wont reply. Because i dont wanna show my pain to people anymore.
Its been years and you knew that i often cry over it. Until now, i still cry. Maybe you know, but maybe you dont. And its okay. Its okay if you dont care. Because nobody ever did, anyway.