I bet you're wondering "what the heck is she talking about?". Is it the state "blue", is it somebody's nickname, is it the color of some ex's eyes, is it the ocean, the sky, the color of some horrible book, or is it simply the fear of the color? Well...

Somehow misanthropic: I look at others and I get irritated. I stare at others, I observe them, when they know someone is watching and think everyone is, when they have to act like they're not acting. I look at them but I don't give a shit about them....

I just wanna grab happiness with my bare hands. I'm afraid this feeling won't last. I know it'll all be forgotten. It will all be forgotten. Like the other past moments of happiness. As soon as I'm alone, my thoughts become hunted and strive through the...