maybe its me

Its just different. Just aint the same.

Maybe its me. Maybe its them. Maybe its us. Maybe its noone.

Maybe i'm wallowing in self pity and bitter resignation that i feel different. Maybe its just an imagination that theres a difference. Maybe we've all changed.

Somehow sitting there with some i could not speak, could not find a topic. An invisible clamp seems latched onto my chain of thought, funneling every idea and implication to the deep dark abyss of suspicion and depression. Yet with some others i have newfound conversational abilities.

Maybe things will work out. Maybe i'm just thinking too much. Maybe i'm just emo.

some trades just aren't worth it