Sleepless Nights
Why the hell do you all mean so much to me? I am cursed and blessed at the same time. Oh, how I wish that I were a damn stick in the mud teacher, who could care less. What the crap is wrong with me. I think about my students from seven years ago. I am such a dork that I sit and wonder how they are doing now. Does anyone in their lives now realize exactly how wonderful they are or have they labeled them and simply brushed them aside. Even more so than years past, I sit and love you all from a distance. Cursed I am I tell you. I want so much to be close to you all. Maybe I am insane, who knows. I hate it when you are sick, I wonder if you are happy, and worry that you are depressed. It makes my day simply to see you. What a Dork. I am definately the queen of Dorkdom. To be terribly cliche, " I hate myself for loving you."