Happenings of the Dramatic Sort

Katelyn

You know what? I think that some-way, some-how, I've changed. I mean, look at how this all began! Shockers have been left unwritten, unsaid to say the least. This sort of wandered away and died for a while, gone back for a quiet, comfy vacation until the monster reared its head once more. You do not even know what it's like to have everything you ever wanted and thought you had and have it torn away from you. It's scary when the screamo songs become more and more real, all because of one phone call. I feel just so absolutely pathetic that I'm still going on about this, that the whining sound of my thoughts obliterating just won't stop. I've tried to keep this up, I swear I have, but I can feel it falling apart around me. Welcome to the girl that wanted everything but couldn't have it.

Chelsey

Last time, I was going to the movies with him. That was possibly the happiest night in my life.
Now, I'm looking for a way to make time stop. Grab the second hand and pull, make it stop it's tick, it's tock.
Do we deserve this? This separation that he probably wanted anyway?
Okay, then.
Do I deserve this.
Probably...

Katelyn

Of course I didn't expect anything to happen.

So of course, nothing did.

That's what dreams are for, right?

Chelsey

Now that it's over, I wonder if it'll really happen after all.

That didn't make sense, unless you're me.

But it does tie into the whole, "Each end is simply a new beginning," thing.

Right...

Katelyn

"I wanna tell you what I'm feeling, but I
don't know how to start
I wanna tell you, but now I'm afraid that
you might break my heart
Oh, why should anything so easy, ever be so hard to do?
I wanna tell you what I'm feeling, and to
say that, I love you."

And the saddest part is, you'll never hear it.

Chelsey

I want him. A lot.

And that sounds... wrong. But I don't mean it in a bad way.

How's this? I want to talk to him, to get to know him.

Is that too much to ask?

Probably.

Katelyn

At the moment, I feel miserable.

But hey, I'm alive.

Right?

Chelsey

I can't write today.

At all.

But I do think that my life would make a perfect child soap opera.

And, coincidentally, I hate soap operas.

Katelyn

Wouldn't this make for a great TV show?

If only it weren't real...

Urgh...

Chelsey

I'm confused. I like him, but I'm afraid to tell him, I'd be crossing too many lines, the circumstances might change if I ask an insider because I'm from the outside, or because I'm the girl and he doesn't really care.

You don't really want to hear the rest, because I'm just complaining again.

*Shuts mouth and holds breath*.

Katelyn

It really does seem silly, but we still argue about it.

Maybe 'cause it's one of the few things we disagree about.

At least it's not a "bad" thing to argue about.

Some people would be glad their best friend thinks that they're better.

The thing is, it just seems strange to think that the person I look up to says that I'm "better" than she is.

Chelsey

She was actually comparing herself to a chunk of gravel that people kick around.

I hope she doesn't feel like that... I don't think anyone would ever view her as anything but amazing.

Why do we even have this arguement?

Katelyn

Everything
about everything
is just as important
as absolutely
nothing
at all.

A chunk of gravel, I am.

Chelsey

Let's use incredibly short poem form, shall we?

I could say the words
To make you mine
But I think you don't want me
To cross the lines.

Katelyn

Really, if you think about it, no one is no one because everybody is somebody, in one way or another. If you say that "no one" would care about whatever it is you're talking about, you're wrong, because obviously someone, as in at least you, does care about it.

That didn't make a whole lot of sense, did it?