first i've been on the comp in a couple days.  my last few entries haven't been long, and this trend will continue, most likely up until the monday after the show ends.  then, i'll be able to put something detailed up.  for now, though, i can only do short things for you to think about.

it's easier to talk about the harder things in life in verse, so...

"the story of my life"

someone that i care about,
seems to be ignoring me.
it hurts.
i've always been there
for her,
tried
to help her.
when most everyone else turned away
i attempted to comfort.

but she can't seem
to look at me
anymore.
it makes me sad.

i'm tired.
i've got no time.
not enough time
to speak to you
about
this.

tell you
how i felt
just a few days prior.
i sat
in the back
yesterday,
looked at you.

did you know i adore you?

well, i do.
you've got my heart,
and you don't even talk
to me.

but,
hey.
don't be upset.
like lou reed said,
"that's the story of my life."

unrequited love.
you're just the newest case.
i'm too tired,
too busy,
right now,
to worry about your
rejection.

i'll shed no tears.
[even though i feel like crying]
i'll spare you the angry words.
[even though i feel like screaming.]

to recap:
you made me
fall in love
with you.
now,
you don't look at me anymore.

thanks
[for all the fish]
for that.

i'm going to go
put on a pair
of shorts,
pull on
a t-shirt,
and slip on
my sandals.

i'll be there today,
same as always,
even though i'm brokenhearted.
i sigh,
wondering what you'll do
when our eyes cross in the hall,
or in class.

it's hard saying this,
and i don't like it.
i don't have the time,
to worry about how you could never
"think of my like that."
i'll always be
"just a nice guy."
my heart break
will be utterly internal
as per usual.
you won't even know that
i am changed.

you won't even know
how you've hurt me.

but,
"that's the story of my life."

sigh.