Don’t abandon me.

Be my friend.

I’m nice.

Or maybe not.

I don’t know.

I don’t know who I am

Who I will be

Maybe I’ll be evil

Or good

I don’t know.

I don’t know a lot of things

I sometimes don’t even know my own name

And the definition of bemused?

You guessed it.

I don’t know.

Will I ever know?

I don’t know.

I probably will never know.

But that’s fine.

I don’t know.

When you’re little, you don’t know anything.

You only know how to survive.

And even then, you still need help

because you don’t know how to move.

But then you learn

I like learning

Learning is annoying, though.

Because I don’t know.

And I don’t like not knowing.

I want to know.

I need to learn.

I will learn.

Because I don’t know.

I don’t know.

I keep saying that.

I know you’re getting annoyed.

But stay.

You don’t know if you’ll end up liking this.

This little rant I’m writing.

About things I don’t know.

And when things end…

Wait…

When will things end?

I don’t know.

So I should be happy with the time I have.

And be happy not knowing.

So I will proudly say

I don’t know.