Some people mean the world to me. I was freaking out for a large portion of the night, but some people really came through and loved me, just me, all alone for the person that I am. Some people look amazing, perhaps in part by the contrast of their drab costume. Some people spread lies and deceit, and it honestly, hurts. Revenge is sweet, but hurting your friends is better. 12 brownies later, I’m still fat, so life is okay.
I was worried about the party. I was worried about who would come, what we would do, and what we would eat. I was preoccupied with jerks to the point where I couldn’t greet the guests I really wanted to. I kept gravitating to people who clearly desired privacy. I didn’t see any shooting stars and I certainly didn’t see God.
The party was great, some people were better. I am incredibly disappointed with a few people though. What’s worse, the person who does something awful, or the person who knows about that something awful and does nothing. That’s going on in my heart right now; it hurts.
Some people have everything I want and more. They’re perfectly happy. I am not having what I want, whom I want. But I’m still happy most of the time. Not right now though. Will everything be alright? There has to be something more important in life than couples. It’s hard to think that when I realize how much I want a date just so I can fit in with them.
I feel like I’m dehydrating in a very, very hot bath. I sit in it to relax in water that is simply too hot. I become faint. The irony plays out when I realize that the thing I need to feel better is ubiquitous and actually causing most of the pain. If I do fall in, I stand a good chance of drowning.