Dear Anonymous,
I have no idea what's going on. Yet I'm expected to act normal, like nothing's happened, or at least that's what it seems like. Do you know how much your doings frustrate me? I want to know what's going on, but I'm too shy and afraid to confront you. It makes me want to cry, just like I have many times without telling you. Ever since I got to know you, I don't recall a single day in my life in which I did not think about you, worry about you, worry about us.
For very brief periods of time, sometimes, I think it's okay, but as soon as you start ignoring me again, or at least appear to be doing so, you start haunting me, like you're a sun far away, laughing at a crying planet burning with your heat...
Just... I don't know what's going on! I can't understand!
... but sometimes I'm bound to think its my fault, that I must have done something wrong...
Maybe.
-no one.