text: honest opinions if you will? say it to me now and i wont cast a shadow say it to me with a frown and i'll be here tomorrow tell me where tell me when if i dont stop now then i wont stop then tell me what to do, tell me what to say all of this is driving me quite insane. its easy for me to alter what i call my brain so that when i speak to you i'll know exactly what im saying. what's wrong with me? what's wrong with you? function like him! he's a normal human being... a walking, talking f*ck*ng machine. never mind ... i'll spend my time doing other worthless things but nothing that could ever link you to me lingering in hope like a child lost in a crowd i find myself  with all hope shattered on the ground. i wrote stories to you that were unessassary to be told simple words as unapealing to you as a white wall covered in mold.   what do you think of it? what do you think its about? it sounds like it is from someone that is in love with the person they are writing it too yet that person really does not care for the writer and the writer is becoming a bit like a stalker yet they do not wish to be this. they have hopes the person will change there mind and care for them yet there hopes are always shattered again and again the simple stories are like there pleas to understand why they should be together but they were unnecessary because the person did not even read them and it had on effect on them.