I bet you forgot all about this little corner of the internet. I bet you don't remember that this is where I bare my innermost thoughts. I guess communication went out the window when you got married, or even before that, when you decided you would settle for me because you were too old to find someone more compatible...at least, that's how it feels. It hurts a lot that I seem to get the second best of everything. You tell me all of these stories of how things were and how they used to be. You dangle these things in front of me as if teasing me with things I will never have. It becomes even more apparent when nature won't let me have what I desperately want either, and with time ticking, I fear that this will become the story of my life. All my life I swore things were going to go right for me, but they've gone the opposite. Even my mother danced on her wedding day. Even my mother enjoyed her pregnancy and the early years of me. Even my mother enjoyed some kind of a normal life, at least before she went crazy. At this point, I've pretty much given up on everything. I know I'll never walk down an aisle, or experience the joy of having a family rather than suffering through life. I'll never fly, or own my horse, or live the dreams that still taunt me in my sleep. But maybe one day, you'll find the will to just dance with me. You know, without me having to beg. Maybe.