2.14.99
He looked at me again today. At least I think he did. It's hard to tell anymore what's real and what's the result of my half-crazed fantasizing. I've been hanging here in the corner for what seems like years, my mangled pedal dangling by threads. How I long for his comfortable weight on top of me! His thighs gripping me tightly! I go into a jealous rage every time I see him hop on that mutant two wheeled monstrosity. It doesn't even resemble a unicycle, I don't know what he sees in it. I don't know how much longer I can go on. If anyone is reading this, please say a prayer for me. I don't want to end it all, but no one seems to hear my cries for help...
Quote of the week:
Brad: I need to get that unicycle fixed...
Me: Thank God! I love you Brad!
Brad: Hmm.. Maybe next week,
Me: Someone kill me! I hate my life!