Its a lazy old Sunday and I am kicked back in the recliner. The air is quiet and still and I am alone. To some perhaps that sounds a day to die for, but I grow tired of the dreary silence. In days of past I would be by now considered a spinster. The woman nobody wanted, the girl always overseen. Forever I am destined to face the world single handed.
I have dated, sat across a dozen sea of faces wondering what I was doing. Looking in their eyes...seeing them plot...how do i get into her pants...UGH. I think this is how we all end up alone. So sick of being seen as nothing, that we all just eventually give up and fade away. I'm fading...fast...
