the love i feel for him is that of a sister towards a brother.
i hunger for his frienship and friendly affection.
i need his attention.
it's good to talk of civil things.
we're forced to sit near each other, but we rarely talk.
he has people on his other side to pester or talk about the cheerleaders with.
although i listen, he doesn't like my ideas.
one more thing to tease me about?
everything is so serious and painful.
and to him it's nothing.
the last time i very much remember being happy was when he admitted i was a part of his section.
that shouldn't bother me.
the last time i remember finding something truly amazing was when i looked up one day, and he was beautiful.
i saw throught the resentment.
why?
i'm frightened to think about what will happen next.
but it's always a thrill to walk into that room.
- fallen
previous thoughts of the day
Friday, 9/25/98
Thursday, 9/24/98
Monday, 9/21/98
Saturday, 9/19/98
Friday, 9/18/98
Wednesday, 9/16/98
Monday, 9/14/98
Sunday, 9/13/98
Thursday, 9/10/98
Wednesday, 9/9/98
Monday, 9/7/98
Sunday, 9/6/98
Thursday, 9/3/98
Wednesday, 9/2/98
Saturday, 8/30/98
Thursday, 8/28/98
Wednesday, 8/27/98
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