I feel like a clown. I thought I could pretend to be like them. Wrong. I was sad at the start of the night, and then again at the end. Who am I trying to kid? I try so hard to be carefree, I get burnt out. After all that pretending, he still wants her. And I still sit alone.
I never want to slash the knife more than when I've just seen all I can't have.
Oh, and I broke a beer bottle on my one good pair of shoes.