Dear Diary...
Everyone is happy for them, so happy. "Misty, Ash, the two of you make such an adorable couple!" "Look, the two Pokemon trainers! Aren't they sweet together!" But two's company, and three's a crowd.
Every time he wraps his arm around her shivering shoulders during the span of a cold night, I feel a pang.
My two best friends. I want them back.
"Brock, you're such an amazing cook. Oh, Brock. You are such a good housekeeper! What would we ever do without you?"
You'd live.
If I were to leave, right now, I'm sure that the two of them would be so busy gazing into one another's eyes that they wouldn't notice my absence..of course, not till dinner rolled around. Then Ash would clutch his stomach in famine and demand for his meal.
Who needs an extra leg around? A girlfriendless, pitiful fool who doesn't even know what love is.
I did know.
But then my two best friends deserted me, and suddenly I was no longer important. But love is kind. Love does not abandon.
And yet, it did.
Then I will sit in camp and watch them snuggle into the same sleeping bag without saying a word to me. Every lonely night I'll sit alone.
They have something special. Something I will never have. They have one another.
God, I hate reality. Every night as I gaze into the stars, I wonder if there really is someone for me.
It's so hard to believe. Everything was all so perfect. It was just the three of us in our little tight group, and we could tell on another anything. The best of friends.
Sure, I chased girls. Sure, I seemed like I was a desperate fool. Which I probably am.
But still, they've changed so much over the past few weeks. Now they have their Pokemon and one another, and Brock is just a disposable appliance. If he breaks, which he surely will, they can just ditch him.
I'm surprised they haven't already. They're having so much fun in their new lives that their old friend just isn't important anymore.
Jealousy...such a powerful emotion. A little demon standing there with a knife over your heart.
Every time she runs to him, smiling, stab. Every time he talks about her beautiful face and her sapphire eyes, stab. They don't know what they're doing to me.
They can apologize. They can lie. But it doesn't compensate for the wounds.
I am utterly alone.
-Brock Slate
la la la di da, I wrote this one day when I was depressed, you can kinda tell, right? ^_^ well, this was just a random thing I wrote one day so do what you want to it, bash it if you feel like, I really don't care! Whee! Please review and tell me whatcha think!
x~Aurora chan
Everyone is happy for them, so happy. "Misty, Ash, the two of you make such an adorable couple!" "Look, the two Pokemon trainers! Aren't they sweet together!" But two's company, and three's a crowd.
Every time he wraps his arm around her shivering shoulders during the span of a cold night, I feel a pang.
My two best friends. I want them back.
"Brock, you're such an amazing cook. Oh, Brock. You are such a good housekeeper! What would we ever do without you?"
You'd live.
If I were to leave, right now, I'm sure that the two of them would be so busy gazing into one another's eyes that they wouldn't notice my absence..of course, not till dinner rolled around. Then Ash would clutch his stomach in famine and demand for his meal.
Who needs an extra leg around? A girlfriendless, pitiful fool who doesn't even know what love is.
I did know.
But then my two best friends deserted me, and suddenly I was no longer important. But love is kind. Love does not abandon.
And yet, it did.
Then I will sit in camp and watch them snuggle into the same sleeping bag without saying a word to me. Every lonely night I'll sit alone.
They have something special. Something I will never have. They have one another.
God, I hate reality. Every night as I gaze into the stars, I wonder if there really is someone for me.
It's so hard to believe. Everything was all so perfect. It was just the three of us in our little tight group, and we could tell on another anything. The best of friends.
Sure, I chased girls. Sure, I seemed like I was a desperate fool. Which I probably am.
But still, they've changed so much over the past few weeks. Now they have their Pokemon and one another, and Brock is just a disposable appliance. If he breaks, which he surely will, they can just ditch him.
I'm surprised they haven't already. They're having so much fun in their new lives that their old friend just isn't important anymore.
Jealousy...such a powerful emotion. A little demon standing there with a knife over your heart.
Every time she runs to him, smiling, stab. Every time he talks about her beautiful face and her sapphire eyes, stab. They don't know what they're doing to me.
They can apologize. They can lie. But it doesn't compensate for the wounds.
I am utterly alone.
-Brock Slate
la la la di da, I wrote this one day when I was depressed, you can kinda tell, right? ^_^ well, this was just a random thing I wrote one day so do what you want to it, bash it if you feel like, I really don't care! Whee! Please review and tell me whatcha think!
x~Aurora chan