No one

No one, can get in the way of what I feel for you.

So she sings.

And so I interpret in another way.

It's not that I am stopping people, like in some Romeo and Juliet crappy copy, from making me love you.

No, I mean that no person on earth will ever be able to replace you. At all.

I have tried to ignore it, but there just is none. And it's not like I've met everyone in the whole world, but I don't think there is. I really don't think there is. And it hurts like h-ll.

I feel sorry for myself again, I guess. Because I have been trying to like other people, but it's been a year and I'm still a lonely little sh-thead who can't even hug people in public. Who gets upset for tiny tiny tiny tiny little things.

And it's just that I want to help you. I feel like I'm crying for you. For what you're going through, or at least of what I think you are going through. Boredom, depression and just awful feelings... I guess.

Nothing's fun.
Nothing's good.

I should have gone to debating so I wouldn't sit here all night weeping with only my self-loathing being as company.