Today, the river and you met once again, igniting an old friendship. She gave you a purpose and you drank from her stream. Everything was fine again, but I wanted the river to myself. I said nothing and almost forgot about my selfish desires.
Today, I found an old story, on the ground, in the woods. It spoke about a boy and a world unlike any other. I liked it a lot. As the tale progressed, there was a man; alone, an outcast, willing to do something for a girl named after a water flower. Like me!
I fell in love.
I brought the story book to you and you both liked it. I was glad.
When we knew more about the journey they took, I told you of my feelings.
You laughed, at first, then accepted.
Our story progressed.
When I found another tale, I was thrilled to see it was about the man I loved!
It moved me, although it wasn't the best quality.
I wanted to show you more than anything. I wanted you to help me and let me feel my feelings. You both begin to read.... you were fine, I guess.
The river made me frustrated. She would get distracted, by the birds and the deers drinking her water. Like her issues couldn't wait for mine.
"Focus here"
She turned her attention back. Then got distracted. After many episodes of this, I stormed. I doubt she noticed.
When they had "finished" the book, I left.
I see.
Others will not feel the way I do. Feel with me. I knew the man was fake. He was merely a character in a story, but he was the one person I felt I could relate to, in a way. I just wished I had someone or something to understand and accept me for it.
I'm emotional.
But I thought you would help me.
No one will. All my "friends" are shit.
I want to be alone. I am meant to be alone.
River and you shouldn't have to change, to realize that you should accept me. It should come naturally. But, I guess you aren't those kind of people.
Not everything is fun and games.
I want to cry sometimes. Scream. Break stuff. Be serious.
But you want everything to be fun and elementary.
Grow up.
I should be alone.
I am alone.
Thanks.
