I just don't understand. I used to know everything about you. What your favorite color was, down to your very first word. And now? Look whats happened. I don't even know who you are anymore.

So I was driving down the road, thinking about how screwed up my life really was, when all of the sudden I realized there were only two yellow painted lines keeping me from colliding with oncoming traffic.

Nobody says it out loud, but its there. Im not good enough. Not for their standards.

Sometimes I just want to apologize for what you thought was my messing up. I want to call you up during the middle of the night, and tell you how wrong I was. But then I shake my head and roll over, because in the end, I knew what I did was right.

And when I saw you with her, something inside me began to ache.

I guess the shock is beginning to sink in. When I laugh-at anything-I start crying. When I hear your name, I want to runaway. When I think of your kiss, I want to scream. Sean, why did you have to do this? What did I do that was so wrong?

Cars go rushing by my window as I drive through town. Things will never be the same.