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Why is it that I always have so much on my mind, yet when I so much as begin to think about writing it all down, I forget every last damn word I meant to say.
Then I think of a few words to replace my thoughts, which usually don't explain them very well. Or at least as well as the other ones did.
I want to write, but my brain is dead.
*long pause*
You know, now that Melanie and Tyler are a couple, they do couple things. They hold hands. And tickle each other. And hug. And kiss [occasionally].
It doesn't make me mad, or upset, or uncomfortable. It makes me miss my other half.
Oh and by the way, Melanie... I've noticed you've been putting a great deal of effort into paying attention to us friends when you're around Tyler. Thanks for that. I appreciate it.
I've thought a lot about my problems. I just want everyone to be happy.