I could not have so easily deluded myself. There had to be something in your behavior which led me on. This suggests you were conscious of my feelings.
You knew. You had to know. When you looked into my eyes. When you avoided me.
My obsession for you was eating me. I was burning and rotting on the inside. It was you! It was you who sat inside me with a match and a scimitar and mercilessly tore me apart!
And you knew it! Why didn't you try to stop it? Why didn't you try to help me? You were the only one that could. But you just gazed at me distantly, through your cool new shades, and I didn't even know if it was me you were looking at.
Posted by anonymous at August 7, 2006 12:04 PMWhen will we be done with the teenage angst posts?
Posted by: at August 8, 2006 4:05 AMWhen there are no more teens?
Or better yet when we treat aour children better so they have resources to deal better with their lives?
Too true.
Posted by: at August 8, 2006 1:13 PM