idk ;.;

i wonder how he doesn’t hate himself for being useless, naive and lazy. i wonder how he never realizes he has it easy. i wonder how he never knows he’s being dishonest, nor even a gut feeling that something is wrong with the very thing he created. i wonder how he doesn’t consider learning as an option. i wonder how he doesn’t even know something else is outside his little sheltered world. i wonder how he accepts being melodramatic when his heart is probably feeling empty. i wonder how he doesn’t realize this even if he’s older than me, and has lived more than me. maybe im the one being dramatic here…but yeah ;-;