You don't even remember my name

I may smile or laugh, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy; 
Nor does all my crying mean that I am lonely.
I may not seem to mind, but that doesn’t mean I’m blind;
All I want is for us to get along just fine.
I may be at my loudest silence, but that doesn’t mean I’m angry.
I may listen to every word you say, but that doesn’t mean I believe all of it. 
I may go along with your stories, but that doesn’t mean I’m not aware of your immediate change of the topic.
I may ask sometimes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know the answers yet;
I just want to know if you ever tell the truth at all.
You may have your so called “reasons,” but that doesn’t mean I can’t justify them against lame excuses;
I may be crazy for you, but that doesn’t mean I’m dumb and stupid.
I love you and I’m in love you, but that doesn’t mean you can take me for granted.

Books, Movies, TV Series

I’ve been drowning myself with reading e-books and watching movies and tv series, lately, and I’m thankful such forms of entertainment exist. When I read books or watch movies/tv series, I trap myself inside the story and its characters. I’m able to escape reality and live an imaginary life with imaginary people in imaginary situations. And as the seconds pass, turning into minutes, minutes into hours, I feel like I’ve relieved myself from the awful pains of reality for a while; it helps a tad bit—it keeps me living. It allows my thoughts to be some place else than where I physically am— escaping reality in the simplest way possible. Yet, it makes me a bit sad when it’s about to end, because that would mean I have to face reality once again. =_______=