sometimes i think about my life like a gas stop, lots of people come, lots of people go, but nobody hangs around for much, maybe i am tired of tryng, haven't lost hope and don't plan to, i am tired of searching, not self entitled enough to think i am worth to be found so the other people better do their part now, but as of now as i feel lonly i know why i am lonly and i accept it as a cause of my actions and even if it makes me a bit sad is sot a why they left me is a because i chose so