nessy

I like feeling uncomfortable. I like being thrust from my warm, dry comfort zone into the icy waters of unfamiliarity...
I like watching the girl in the corner.
She is obviously upset. Her eyebrows are furrowed. She tries to look concentrated, but in reality..she is trying to hold back tears. I know because I've done it before, and I can feel her energy almost circling me in the surrounding air; choking me with empathy for her. She glances outside, trying to appear in deep thought or looking for inspiration. In reality she is trying to keep the tears from leaking out of her ducts..

Things are odd. I've been single for over a month now. At first I was having a hell of a time adjusting. I would excessively call him; without a single response. Things are starting to look up. Why waste time on someone who can't simply press a small button and say a word to you? It's such a rotten thing, you know. Spending so much time with someone. Exposing yourself to them- and then all of a sudden. You're cut off from them. The story ends so abruptly.