Antisocial Stubbornness

im losing my train of thought again. there’s a vague discomfort i cant seem to shake off. must be side effects, i don’t care.. so sorry if i come off incoherent. i remember the night i first saw you. it was six years ago. it was really crowded that night. for some reason, you stood out from the sea of faces. my eyes were pierced on you from across that small, dark room. oh how you’ve changed me. those where the days when i still listen to shit like dance gavin dance.. days when i was too nice and trusting to everybody.. days when i don’t question anything.. when i’m not afraid of failure.. days when i know how to rise above hate.. i saw you again last night. i was standing at my usual spot, under the stairs. you have the same look on your face. how come? making me realize how i phased through the years. i think i’ll never be happy again. i am tired.