Preface
One day I was sitting in history bored out of my mind. None of my friends in this class and the teacher had the most monotonous voice in the history of the world (no pun intended). My mind wandered off and I found myself growing depressed. I was feeling very lonely right now. My best friend had just got a boyfriend. Don't get me wrong I'm happy for her and he is a great guy, but we used to spend all our time together. Now when she goes out I'm left sitting at home by myself, not that it is her responsibility to baby-sit me. I just miss her, as ridiculous as that sounds.
While she was gone off with her boyfriend, I would daydream about finding love. To finally experience the rush of first love, but it was far fetched. All of the boys in this school are either too immature or assholes.
I continued my skulking. Stupid loveless world. I just wanted to spend time with someone who I wouldn't want to rip their head off. Someone who knows me for me, someone who can always make me smile some one who makes me feel special. Is that so hard to ask?
On a whim, before the bell rang I wrote all of this on a note and stuck it under my desk with some tape. I knew no knight in shining armor would come down from his brilliant white horse, happen upon the note and make my dreams come true. Even if it was only the janitor that found it, it just felt better finally voicing my thoughts, my fantasies, and my dreams. And even if the person didn't feel the same way possibly they could sympathize with me in my dreary state.
To continue or not to continue, that is the question.
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