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| Hey you. Remember me? Sometimes I wonder what I am still doing here. Can you tell me something...What is it? You don't laugh with me anymore. You don't look at me like you do at them. I don't understand, and I would like to. It isn't even as if something happened. So why? Or did it? 'You'll gather in my name, the mourning will begin.' You said it, Adam. As different as things are now, they are more the same than ever. Your world just keeps on going, with or without me. It isn't a very nice feeling, you know. Say what you mean and mean what you say. Today it is July 12th, 2004. Three o'clock on a hot Monday afternoon. Does she ever get the boy? Of course not. Not in reality. But she can get who and whatever she wants in her own little world. But that world was bad and no longer exists. Which may or may not be a good thing. She doesn't know yet. Her problems may seem irrelevant and childish to outsiders, but 21 is a hard time. Especially considering where she comes from. I have yet to clean my room and wash the car. I want to enjoy my day off. My sister's wedding is on Saturday. There's so much to do before then. Some people are so lucky to fall in love with people who fall in love in return. Loving someone is different from being in love with someone. Loving someone? Good. Being in love with someone? Bad. I wish there was nothing but flowers. |
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