Confusion.

My relationships are beginning to get upstaged by theatre.
The give and take is there, and while my performance is getting better everyday, I feel alone.
Centerstage in a spotlight isn't home anymore.
Now it's isolating. No wonder they call it an isolated spot.
I'm mugging to the cameras of my friends while I create a backstory for my own character.
I spend every night in tears. Doubting this will end soon.
We'll see.
Relationships are killing me. Yours, mine, ours. I'm dying. And this time I'm being completely honest.
Oh, and I don't drink.








Last straw. 100% heartbroken. I'm finished.

He was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. And he wanted me.
He lived 100 feet away, though I had only known him for a few minutes. Or was it my whole life?
"Oh, you finally chose each other!"
No one is that blunt or correct in real life.
Then, in a flash, my love life is like Sex & The City. Stills of me flip to screen shots of him, punctuated by two second video clips and the "i"s are dotted with half second audio.
We couldn't find a parking space. That didn't matter. He had called me beautiful. I thought him gorgeous.
We were suntanned lovers that had a glow rivaling the sunset over the Pacific.
Wow. That was cheesy. I almost refused to wake up from this dream. Damn train.
Though he shared a name, you two look nothing alike. Maybe it's a prophesy.
My yearly horoscope did say something wonderful would happen to me in June.