I want to be your cliché. Is that too much to ask? Upon returning to school I realized that nothing had changed. Pity. I thought that in my absence someone would have grown a heart. So much to say, so many to read it. I miss stimulating conversation. I feel like no one is on the same page as me anymore. I feel like I'm in a whole other book on a completely different shelf. I hate it. I hate alot of things. That bothers me because I want to hate nothing. It's impossible, however, for I can easily be rubbed the wrong way. Why do you pity me? I'm not worth your time. Just tell me sweet lies and use me like they did. Use me like I know you need to. Come on, baby. Let me be your cliché. You know I'm perfect for the job.