and what about it?

a rainy day. no, no, a stormy day.

feeling blue.

if you take a good look around, you'll see that the world is in mourning.

or maybe it's just me.

the world was once a beautiful place, full of hope and ideas and love and dreams...

but then you grow up. and you know what the world's like. it's a cold place.

or maybe it's just me.

maybe one day, i'll grow up, and the world as it is will be "normal" to me.

or maybe one day, i'll grow up, and the world will be better than it is today. but i'll have grown up already by then and then i won't see any of the things i used to see, before i grew up.

it's like, believing in things, that never pan out. and so you check out of believing in things.

reality checks you, and then makes you check yourself, like, why were you so stupid, to have believed?

if you don't put your heart into something, it won't hurt you. (your heart won't hurt you, and the something won't hurt you, if you don't put your heart into it.)

(and that's the lesson i learned, because i grew the fuck up.)

if you don't put your heart into something, it won't hurt you.

if i seem to forget that, it's only because i needed something to believe in.