You would think after yesterday, 

that I would be hurt or upset or something. 

But the only thing I wanted to do.....

was talk to someone else. 

You weren't that someone else - and you never will be. 

I realize that. So this is where I quit. 

I just want to pause. rewind...and have a chance to start over. 

This isn't who I am. 

And the only reason it is, is because I tried to be something I'm not. 

I've been thinking about all the time I've let go by sitting on that couch. 

Wasted time - because in the end, it won't mean anything. 

And I know it doesn't mean so much to you now, nor do I have the time to wait and see if it will. 

I can't be here forever. 

It means so much to me though, and not in the way you'd think.

You're just another boy who never thought of me.

I'm aware of that. 

But last night I just kept thinking of someone else. 

Supposedly I'm not to care about what others think, 

but let's face it - you have too. 

You say you don't - but you always have. Always. 

I have to care too though - it's the same reason I spent all this time running. 

You have to care what others think.

I think of The Fountainhead.

Howard Roark, how'd you do it?

The message from that book is in challenging society in the end, he still got what he wanted. 

He had to fight until the end though and.....

And I don't want to fight anymore. 

I quit. I quit. 

So let the world spin madly on.

And let The Weepies tell you....

this is how i feel. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.