Immunity.

One of those days. Question after question, unanswered calls and unreplied texts. Giddily (and anxiously) waiting for something nice to happen because hope, hope is a bittersweet thing to play with. Wait for a minute, stare at the phone for the next, sigh and return to whatever it is you were doing.

I've always wondered, why did I stick around? Was it to see you fall or was it to help you after you did? Or was it to stop you from falling anyway?  I feel like there's a certain sense of immunity I've been given after some time.

It's like you don't give a damn. Honestly, you're a fucking terrible person.


All this of course, happens on a rainy night.