THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT THE RAIN TODAY THAT MADE ME JUST WANT TO STAY OUT THERE AND CRY.
I don't know if it was because the rain could disguise my tears. Or maybe it had a movie influence. Me, out there, without an umbrella, getting wet was slightly freeing and relaxing. But I wish I was alone, in a field or a park, where I can scream just to get it all out of my system.
I've spent all of my life looking for that one person that can make me happy, make me smile. I am constantly looking for signs that the universe might be giving me. Looking at the people around me to see if they are looking at me.
This is where the confusing bit comes. Are they looking at me because they like me and how I look? Or are the judging me and looking at me as if I am ugly or damaged goods?
