I get no phone calls.
I get no mail.
no one looking to talk to me
no one going out of their way to find out what's up .
and it's my fault.
you can only expect people to chase after you asking for so long.
I guess... I guess I keep thinking that their fascination will outlast my need to be distant.
You can only be a mystery for so long.
Until people either figure you out, or just get fucking bored with the chase.
All of my people are bored with the chase.
But this eyeball thingy that Bobby gave me my last night at work fucking rocks.