Here I sit like a pathetic puppy, wishing for something to happen to me; waiting for someone to give me a handout or something, something to make me feel better.
But it doesn’t happen and I’m foolishly naive.
Is this what I’m to expect? If I’m in a relationship will I be looking for a present at every corner? Why am I this way? I guess it’s because on a bad day I expect something. I expect for just some random person to take notice of the hurting girl and give her a treat and to say, “Hey, I see you are hurting. It’s going to be okay.” Maybe that’s why.