AN:
No, I'm not suicidal or depressed. Just…bear with me on this. No particular boy, minus the ones mentioned. I wrote this early last summer, but I never got around to posting it. Hope you enjoy!Good-bye…
He never notices me. Never has, never will. But I've always noticed him. Who wouldn't? Jack Kelly has a presence that cannot be denied.
But no matter how flamboyantly I dressed, how outgoing or loud I was, he never noticed me. He always had David, or Blink, or Race, or even Mush, that sweetie, there to talk to.
High school is brutal. I don't deny it. Especially for someone as blatantly gay as me. For some reason, though, it never occurred to me not to choose Jack. It was, after all, just a matter of getting him to notice me and fall madly in love with me.
He never did. I think, after a while, it just became too much for me. It was as if he was just studiously and nonchalantly ignoring me, and it was killing me inside. I had made myself fall in love with Jack. I don't know if I ever really was.
Anyway, I write this now as a good-bye. I'm going…away. I don't know where to, but I'll be sure to send some kind of sign when I find the right place. Love you all.