snap, crumble, stay.

You picked the bubble head. In the dark on the bus ride home, it just ended up that you sat behind me. With her. The bubble head.

I heard every word you said to her- I really, really like you. You're a beautiful girl. But you explain how bad it would look to date again after you just broke up with a girl.

Oh god.

I whisper to Katalina, Oh god... sophie likes him, doesn't she?

She says, "yep."

I sit back against the window and we both listen. I don't want to hear any more but I'm stuck, transfixed. I can't believe this, but somehow it's just what I knew all along. Everywhere we go, we're together. You're sitting behind me. we still walk out for awards line together. we're both percussion captains. How can you say we're not meant to be?

I cry. I cried right there on the bus. I held it in, and Katalina held me, just like you should have, but never did, and never will.

I really hate Asian color guard girls and quad players right now.

Just... screw you.

1 comment:

Madeline said...

this was prosaic. I like.


Wow, you really read all that? Danggg. Props! =]

Well, I see you've just had the imponderable joy of stumbling onto the blog of an 18-year-old girl who can't really describe herself in 500 words or less, such as in little text boxes like these. She didn't intend her blog to really become so much like her online diary (she was hoping it would have an interesting, helpful purpose to serve the world and all) but blogging is just kind of fun. This girl's a bit of an environmentalist and a full-tilt vegetarian, a bit of an artist who can't draw, a bit of a writer who can't find time to read, and a completely hopeless romantic. She enjoys white chocolate, coloring, wading in creeks, music, Doctor Who, and speaking in third-person when it's unnecessary like this.

Now go read the rest of the blog and meet her, if you like of course. :)