Titles are for People Who Care

no one will talk to you if you don't talk to them. but by then, you've waited so long, that the moment you open your mouth shouting is the only thing it can manage.

you scurry passed, avoiding eye contact. in a feeble attempt to convince yourself they're not really there.

but you can hear them talking. laughing. doing whatever it is they do as they lay there causing your own skin to constrict on you.

there is no nice way to tell someone they're hanging around too much.

so who do you hurt... them or you?