mister...

everything is just fine.i know what i want,who,and why.no,i don't miss you,but sometimes i wish i wouldn't dream that much of you.it makes me scared,and i don't like being weak.i'm not talking to my dad anymore and he's just one of the people i turned my back to.the same happened with you..oh,i'm still smoking on my balcony and studying the people who are crossing the street.i don't think i'm happy.."happy" was only with you...but.. i just feel...perfectly"fine"with the way it goes.yeah,this is the perfect word:"fine".now i have to go and study,i hope you're aware of the fact i wrote this only knowing that you'll read it.so smile,mister