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Intestines.
I've been having some emotional let downs lately. A lot of bottoms dropping out of my stomach. And I have managed to misplace all my innards, cause they keep falling out everywhere. The first step, or straw, if you will, which you shall. The feeling. That feeling when you approach a group of people that you know... and none of them bother to aknowledge that you are there. None them say hi. None them nod. None of them even look at you. The only people looking at you are the ones, seeing you and thinking "why is she trying to push her way into that circle. I hate people who just butt in where they don't belong." Then you try and talk, and the words come out fine, but your looking at your toes. They manage to turn their backs and push you out of the circle. With words and topics I am not familiar with, they excute my auditions for this geometric nonesense. Secondly. When you find yourself out of class early, and you decide to visit and old teacher. You've seen many a time that people enter their classroom to say hey, and he welcomes them, in the middle of class. Almost daily. And then you try... and he doesn't even smile. Doesn't even bother to mention your name, or say hows it going. Just turns and looks at you, then continues speaking geometric nonesense. Then you wait, thinking, he fooling, or, he'll get to you in a second. Then he just turns around and tells you to go away, assisting you out the door. And you wonder, does he even remember my name? No, probably not. Just not memoriable enough. Just not acceptable enough. Thirdly. When you call someone to talk, but their too busy talking to everyone else that they don't hear what you are saying. And the noise is too loud anyways. Making you wish you had somebody to shout at while you are on the phone. But they kept you out of the circle, so no one bothered to stop by. I've got more up my matted sleeves... but no one is reading this anyones. I just needed to get it out of my system so maybe I could have some kind of chance of surviving the rest of the week. Now, please excuse me, while I go try and recover my intestines, where ever they may be.
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