Chloe sat upon her bed; her gaze, riveted on the screen of her laptop, was unseeing. Her thoughts strayed to their favorite subject, Clark Kent. She knew that being in love with her best friend was the worst love to feel for many reasons but she could not stop loving Clark if she tried. She knew that Clark only saw her as his reliable pal, Chloe because he was too busy being head over heels in love with a raven0haired ex- cheerleader to notice that his friend was also of the female persuasion. This ex-cheerleader wasn't a bitch either as much as Chloe would have loved her to have been, she was so saccharine sweet that you got cavities just being in her presence.

            *Okay, maybe I am a little bitter but who wouldn't be*

            The one person that you loved hardly even sees you because he only has eyes for the girl who is the epitome of girl next door sweetness, a girl that you can not hate unless you have severe mental disabilities because she was never mean to you and only wanted to be your friend. Life was simply not fair to some unlucky people. Chloe was still thinking these depressing thoughts as the next song floated from the radio, which was tuned to a light rock/pop station.

WHAT I CHOOSE TO DO IS OF NO CONCERN TO YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS.

WHERE I LAY MY HAT MAY NOT BE MY HOME BUT I WILL LAST ON MY OWN

CAUSE ITS ME AND MY LIFE

IT'S MY LIFE

" Yeah," she told herself," I will last on my own."

" Cause I am woman, here me roar."

Then Chloe proceeded to do the worst imitation of a lioness roaring it sounded like a frog wit strep.

" Its my life, I can move on," she said" I am strong, I've gone on for this long."

Then Chloe pondered the artist who sang the song

OH THE WORLD JUST SAT IN THE PALM OF MY HAND NOT THAT YOU'D SEE

AND I'M TIRED AND BORED OF WAITING FOR YOU AND ALL THOSE THINGS YOU'D NEVER DO

I gave you my heart, bleeding while I loved you but you were blind, you didn't see the love inside of me. I've been waiting for 4 years since I first met you in fifth grade and I'm tired of waiting, hoping, wishing and dreaming if you while time slowly pass me by. I should have realized that you would never see me as anything other than your best friend, Chloe. You would never tell me how much you love me and how you dream of me. Its time I let go of this fantasy.

CAUSE IT'S ME AND MY LIFE

IT'S MY LIFE