I can't write. Deal with it.
You walk down the hall and you look at me as if to say, "I am so much better than her" and I can deal with that because deep down I know that you're not. I can deal with that the first time, the second time, the third time, but when it approaches time 654 it gets to be a bit much and I start to doubt (as any human would) if I am really better than you because how, if I am better than you, can you do this to me? Really, how? Because if I was really better than you, I'd block it out 3,2,1, gone. But I can't just keep blocking it out. I could for the first week, the second week, even the third but now that it's gone on so long I just can't take it anymore. I feel like I'm suffocating. More, I feel like I'm drowning (and it's not a pleasant experience).
I'm going to go run around three times in a circle and scream. It will be something deep. It will be something shrill. It will be something loud and obnoxious like those silent silent looks that you give me as if to say "I am so much better than her."
I'm going to go run around three times in a circle and scream. It will be something deep. It will be something shrill. It will be something loud and obnoxious like those silent silent looks that you give me as if to say "I am so much better than her."