The following has been recorded in a court of law.(well, not really... this is pretend)
A man with a beet red and plump face errupts from the side polished oak door. The judge, a husky man with a powdered white wig and long black robe that seems to remind you of a shroud, storms out with the following statements--
"Ajay, you are accused of being a horrible friend; a huge moron; a hopeless romantic; a wishful thinker; a hypocrite; and a horrible friend again. How do you wish to plead?"
I stand up timidly, while nervously picking at my nails and staring at the wall adjacent to the jude's head rather than his actual face. It's hard for me to find the right words to say in the present situation.
"I....I... I plead guilty, your honor. I AM a horrible friend, and I have waited around for a boy for more than 3 years. My only defense is that my love for him drives me to wait. I can't just give up on him. I love him too much to do that. His girlfriend breaking up with him this week has put things into a new perspective for me. I still love him, but he's far from being over his newly-acquired "ex". Bryan has changed me in a way, and I can't thank him enough for it. He's made me realize that I can't just think about myself all of the time. In that, I am a very selfish person. Though, he has taught me this, it is still selfish in my saying that I want him back right now, and that I hate how he's still moping around about her. I HATE that with a passion. Ever since I lost him last year, my life has just been downhill. And I don't think I can plummet anymore...."
The judge patronizingly looks at me, as if I had said something wrong, or over the top.
"Ajay, I asked for one response, not your heart's confession."
I blush. Now I'm the one that is beet-red. Great, how is it that in my own justice, I just end up embarassing myself yet again.
"Oh, sorry. I do that a lot."
I sit down and start to pick at my nail polish again.
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sorry, i was just bored. i wish that bryan and his girlfriend would decide if they were broken up or not. he's going out with a bunch of freshman tonight to see a new movie. ugh. no doubt he's the transportation. god... i've never loved him more, and he's still not mine yet. god likes torturing me. he likes it all too much. last night at work, i wrote some note to him, saying that i still feel the same way and that i know that he's still not over her. just that when he is over her, i'd like a second chance with him, if he's willing to give it to me. i think i deserve at least a date. but then again... i was so horrible to him last summer... do i really deserve even a friendship? ::sigh::
