maybe i am actually crazy? maybe not a sane person, maybe it is my own fault, maybe you shouldn't be reading this. maybe i shouldn't write, maybe it is selfish, maybe i am being selfish running in circles in my head, maybe gatsby was being selfish falling in love with daisy. didn't he owe the world? not anything exactly, but having been there, all that time, shouldn't he do something, have more parties, supply more illegal booze?

maybe the sad music doesn't help. maybe you being across town, where the streets feel different, maybe when we met, maybe that i forget to eat.

maybe.