Ouch.

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.

Ouch.

It's a relief to know that nothing I did caused any of it.

But still.

It hurts a little.

Things were normal.

Fun.

Relatively simple.

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.

Ouch.