sometimes when i see you around, i don’t know if you are happy or sad. i can’t tell if you are having a good time or if you are questioning to yourself why you are here at all.
sometimes, when i see you hanging out, i wonder if you were wishing that you were somewhere else. that maybe you would be happier if you were anywhere but here.
sometimes i wonder if you are just here, by default, because you have nowhere better to be…and you are discontent with what you’ve got.
sometimes i wonder if i want to know these answers or not.