All I Wanted Was Somebody Who Cares . . .

If you want to,
I can save you,
I can take you away from here.
So lonely inside,
so busy out there,
and all you wanted was somebody who cares . . .

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I’m in my room, half hoping that Mike will come in, and half hoping that he’ll stay away.  I want the old Mike back.  The one who kept his promises, the one who made me feel better just by putting his arms around me, the one who . . .

I’m crying again.  I cried last night, too.  That was over Dolly, though.  I miss her like everything, and it hurts like Hell.  I wish, just once before they move, that I could talk to her, like we used to.  Just pour out all my problems and have her tell me she understands, and that she cares.  That’s all I want . . .

I’m almost tempted to write to her.  To tell her I need her, that I wish we could go back to how we were, that I want her as my friend again.  I want the good times back, I want . . .  I want . . .

I want to be 17 again.  Knowing what I know now, I’d trade everything to go back to being seventeen.  To four years ago, when I had the problems with Will, and the troubles with Ryan, when Mike was still the greatest guy in the world to me, when things with Dan were nothing mre than “he’s Mike’s brother,” when I didn’t even know Melanie, when I still hung out with Shannon and Jacqui with any regularity, when I still had Dolly as my best friend . . .

I’d trade it all.  Because even the things I like better now, I would know were going to happen.  If I could redo it all, I’d never ask Dan to read my eyes.  I just wouldn’t.  I never thought I’d fall victim to the curiosity killed the cat saying, but I guess that time, I did.

I’ve reverted back to how I was when I was a kid, and I don’t know how to get out of that mindset.  I did last time because of people.  But what people do I have now?  I still say that it’s thansk to Dan that no one is around now, and no one wants to be.  Because it’s just too much of a coincidence that they all started disappearing just after the problems with him started.

No one realizes how hurt I’ve been because of this, and frankly, I doubt anyone around me even cares.  It’s not like they have in the past.  Why should they care now?  They still don’t even talk to me.

I wish someone would come along who would save me . . .

–Notes–

I know what you mean… Its seems like all your troubles were so far away, and now it looks like they are here to stay. How you long for yesterday. (Sorry, a Bealtes quote seemed perfect there)

I know what you mean about wanting someone to care, to listen. I dont know if I could come and save you…. But if you ever want to talk you know my FOD. My sn is shadowx100