People come along and ask to read my "story". And there are two girls sitting on the table in front of me and one of them tries to steal my notebook. I hold on. It almost rips. "So, you and Tahnee huh?" one of the girls says. I don't reply. I don't need to. I just sit here and pretend to think about what to write next, but she's figured it out. I guess all these years of being ignored haven't helped me become less noticeable. I'm not exactly subtle am I. I just wish there was some way I could be alone. Without distractions, and just write. But I guess that's not going to happen in a group of hundreds of people, majority of whom I don't know.
She hasn't come back. I don't know where she is. I don't even know what her last name is. I don't know anything about her and I'm not altogether sure I want to because I'm afraid I'll get hurt, or even worse, I'll fall properly in love. But I have to lead a group of people around a city in China two days from now, and she's the other leader. We have to talk. Alld ay. And I'm going to get hurt at some point. I guess having her read this might be the best way to let her know, but at the same time I don't want her to ever find out and I just want to get over her and have her find a nice guy and have him not break her heart and have them be happy while I sit around documenting my life, waiting for someone to like me. So I guess I'll be waiting for a while. I'm not sure what's wrong with me and I understand if whoever I send this to doesn't even read this, but if you do read this, thank you. Whether you're laughing at me or whether you actually care is irrelevant. As long as I can tell someone. Thank you.
-Anonymous
