Everyday it seems like I go through a process of thought. Reflection if you will, or conversation in my head of things that I think about and learn from through out the day. However my thought process for today is over and done and I am left with nothing else to do but wonder why he's not talking to me... and watch cable television... or read.
I often feel like I'm not pretty enough for him. I keep thinking about when I saw him play his acoustic set at the Cavern. He didn't really invite me. Just told me he was playing. I didn't understand why he even told me about it if he didn't want me to show up. But he knew I would go and I did. He didn't even say hi... wouldn't even look at me until I went outside to smoke a cigarette and all he said was "I dont want to talk tonite". Thats fine. I can respect that. He was hanging out with the bar tender. I rediculously gorgous blonde. Natural blonde. Long blonde. Wish I had been the bar tender.
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