Idiot.

It's been more than a week now. Okay.

I'm hanging right now. Not literally. I hate being hanged on like this. It's not fun at all. It's like being suspended in air. Hanging on; you don't even know when you'll fall or whether someone's gonna save you up, you don't even know what's beneath you and you don't even know how long you will continue hanging like that. I hate this feeling.

At least, at the very least, leave me something to believe in. Leave me with something like maybe a no or even a simple dot. That way I know I will not keep waiting for nothing. You know, you let me in and leave me just like that. No explanation, no smile, no nothing. You just, gone.

It's okay, fine. It seems like I'm the idiot here.