So I'm sitting in the train... Yes its really early. Why? I ask myself that question too. Sometimes i feel like you don't care about me, like all I am to you is a normal human being and not someone special. Do you notice all the little things I do for you? Things that could even stop me from seeing you? I feel like sometimes I'm too nice and weak that anything that hurts me I let it brush by until it slowly disapears..