about you.

You can create a feeling and made it to dust, but you can not rebuild dust to a feeling. there is nothing left. neither anger, sadness, joy or passion. my feelings for you is death. But I do not want you dead. I just don't care about you anymore because the way you play with my feelings for so long have driven me tired. it was not your opinion, I know, but you have never been accustomed to other feeling, and this has now led to me. you feel what you're used to. and though it hurt you, then you are most comfortable with what is happening now, because you at least recognize that feeling.