Monday has arrived once more... and I spend these fleeting moments thinking of you, and how you never contact me on your own. I just recieve second-hand comments about my meanderings, or a little (supposedly) quick-witted note in answer to something you know I've written.
Such is life... I knew all along you didn't love me. Love... what an over-used word! The world could use more of it, but for me, not at the expense of false emotions. I'd rather have someone tell me exactly how they feel about me than to look at smiling faces that just want to stab me in the back, or let me fade away (in their eyes) because I don't grovel at their feet in worship.
... and everyone probably thought I was going to write about how much Monday's blow.