so, there are two guys. SORT OF. i will never tell anyone. it doesnt matter anyway...it is only a dream. i have a right to dream, you know. we shall call them shadow and friend. shadow follows her around, wishing he could hold her in his arms. everyone can see it in his eyes. it isnt hard. so, he follows her, and i walk in front of them and watch them with my imagination. it isnt hard, its the same thing every time. but he isnt her type...she only lets herself fall for those who will hurt her. the ones that enjoy raping her feelings. he isnt really, i dont think. its a psychological thing that shows how much i envy her. shows that i would give much to have what follows in her shadow hand in hand with me. for one of the admirers of the perfect to want me instead. friend. yes, he is a friend. but not of who you think. he definitely isnt a friend of ME. he watches us and he and i meet eyes every day when i sit down. he looks amused. i feel like some animal in a cage. and he just gives me that amused look until i tire of it and look away. not a very long time, usually. the friend's dark eyes watch. i dont know how much, because i look away always. dark eyes like a wolf's eyes. shadow and friend. the end. well. the best part of breakin up is findin someone else you can't get enough of. or so they say. ________________________________________ quote of the day "Well fuck them, and fuck her, and fuck him, and fuck you, for not having the strength in your heart to pull through." -staind "waste" i dont know why i like that. but i do. i want more quotes that i like. ill have a quote of the day from now on unless im feeling lazy. ______________________________________ she approves. it has grown. it needed that.