Not Good Enough

sheltered into my own chest, disallowing myself to feel because feeling is a weakness. withdrawn as i am surrounded by people i could never be a part of nor would i want to be. we didn't work out but it never mattered anyway. it was never going to last beyond whatever that was. distanced by miles of misunderstandings and uttered foolishness. lacking the smoothness of a professional, there's only one direction to go and that is forward. it's cute the way she passes me by as if i never existed. she needs to affix maturity to that personality of hers. i'm not even thinking about her. but i know she thinks i am otherwise she wouldn't have written this blog.