I spent the night in the woods leaving myself pretty exposed to the elements, allowing any way of sudden death coming to me. Sadly, it never did seeing as I'm now wandering the downtown streets looking for something that'll trigger my mind to feel again.
Why is she mad at me? What did I do now? Then again, what didn't I do to make someone hate me? Maybe I'm just misunderstood, or just simply rude. I don't know lately. I pick at the leaves and dirt left on my legs from my sleepover with wilderness. I bet everyone think I had sex. But who cares, what if I did? Isn't any of your business.
By the end of the day I find myself hiding back in the woods. I didn't want to go home, and I didn't want to see Kayla. Not after the way she stared through me like I was just the glass to her window. Sometimes I wonder if I should be as jealous of her as I am. God it's unfair to love someone so much but not knowing what you really want. A tear slips from my eye and I lay back down hoping something will end this bittersweet life of mine.
