it never rains but it pours

i can safely say that no one knows the real me. if they did, possibly things would have been different.

in other depressing news, i think it's kinda sad that here i am standing in the rain with my knees bleeding and there's no distinction between the rain and my tears, while you're in front of his house, desparately knocking on his door, waiting for an opening, completely, COMPLETELY, oblivious to the guy that's gonna get his heart corroded in the acidity of the rain.