too many words, not enough ways to express it. the language seems to be leaving me.

but simply, maybe i'm just too disappointed in most of the people i know, who i thought i was nice to, spent time with, and got scant little in return. yet sometimes i hesitate: did i give enough? maybe their life is that much tougher than mine? should i demand so much of people? have i really given enough as a friend in the first place?

no time to think or ponder so much though. maybe i'd just be like one of those people who just don't bother or, from my shallow perspective, don't seem to bother about old ties. sure seems a heckuva lot easier.