There’s this boy I was in love with, you see…
He lives much too far away for a casual relationship to work. If we were ever to date, there would have to be very serious intent behind it. But I can’t bank on that, can I? I’m about as worthwhile as a broken screw. I could never be what he deserved, and probably not even what he needed. It doesn’t matter how much I love a person; if I’m not good for them, why do I let myself contaminate them?
I didn’t do anything dramatic. I stopped being online so much. I wasn’t there to talk to. The occasional myspace comment, yes… he doesn’t log in to see them anymore. I’m hoping it’s because he found someone, something, anything better. I want him to be happy more than anything.
I don’t have much more. I have no money, few friends, no close friends, no home, distant family… I’m almost there. I almost have this goal. The one thing left? Schooling. I have one year for sure; I don’t know if I can afford it after that.
