P is for pansy.

You wouldn't notice a thing or two if I were to disappear for a week, while I am always trying to make my presence felt.

I am never good at playing games. Growing up, I would very much prefer collecting stamps over trying to win a game of catch at the school quadrangle. I had no body co-ordinations to excel in sports.

Sometimes I feel sorry for myself.

Perhaps subconsciously, I am killing it slowly for myself. That inevitably, you just needed a token friend in a foreign land and nothing else. Subconsciously, I would eventually see nothing in you that would make me look back and wonder, what the hell was I thinking?

How silly am I to believe in the powers of the subconscious.
I must be terribly blinded.