я бешусь, потому что это мое
меня это раздражает, потому что я жадная
и все перечисленное - это я
я жила этим так долго, я из этого состою
я не готова делиться своей душой вот так
у меня будто забирают меня

i was sitting alone, eating tasteless noodles that had already cooled down, while other people's voices merged with the guys' song.
and if it wasn't for ‘butterfly’, i probably wouldn't feel like this. or maybe there was something else?
and here you are sitting, looking at these office buildings outside the window, at these lights and at these people in whose eyes the world is reflected, and in their eyes - the world is so different.
and where did mine start?
what's interesting about it?
i remember how it all started and how desires burned in me, bright and quickly fading, forever replacing each other.
i remembered the first time i met them, how worried i was and how happy i was that i didn't have to look for them.
it was all going so well.
and then… and then i tripped over myself when it seemed that i had already stepped over a long time ago.

is it true?
you
you.