My heart hurts a little.
So does my hair.
It's all stiff with hairspray, and it's going to be a nightmare untangling it.
I'm jealous of my brother. A couple of swipes with a comb and things are as good as new.
As for the heart...
"Drama" is pointless.
I've always made a point of not getting myself mixed up in anything.
I did nothing wrong.
I wasn't even in the "drama".
But it directly affected me.
It's a relief to know that nothing I did caused any of it.
It hurts a little.
Things were normal.
I just don't get what changed.
I think I misjudged people.
The "drama" is an excellent example of that.
But my poor little heart got pricked.
And my cheeks got red.
I sat on the sidelines with a clear view of everything I didn't do wrong.
So I decided not to let it get to me.
That would be pointless.
And I went home and slept and ate and sat and stared and wrote and attempted to not feel sorry for myself.
I hope they're all happy.
Maybe now I'll truly become the poetry-writing type.