still me again.
i don't think i ever crave anything anymore. not even people. not even you.
("you" is the most commonly romanticized pronoun of all the pronouns. its vagueness rings so relatable for anybody. it gives anonymity to the cowards with sorrows bleeding out their guts. i'm not particularly partial to writing anything [unless i'm addressing a group of people or i'm composing a letter] with the pronoun "you." but if you've gotten anything functioning properly up there, you'd understand that this specific parenthetical paragraph is a scrupulous attempt at a disclaimer as to why i would ever type "not even you" up there. and if you really know how to put things together, you'd understand that after my admission regarding this parenthetical paragraph to be a disclaimer, you'd have already figured out that the next paragraph would be a terse and apathetic declaration of how little i care about your opinion of me. any of this making sense? i fucking doubt it [still arrogant]. check tumblr for romanticism of the "you" pronoun references. the place is crawling with it).
but, whatever.
