Dear Diary,
I’m not really sure what to write about. It’s not a very good day for thinking. Or anything, really. I always end up being stuck in the middle of things. When arguments happen it always seems like the people involved forget I’m my own person. I’m just supposed to listen to what they say and agree with them. I don’t, of course. I listen to what they say but I only agree with the person that makes sense.
When I try to step in and help it’s when one side of the argument realizes I’m a real person. I’m not just a background character that watches silently and waits for a cue. I know what I’m saying. I know that she’s wrong. Everyone else sees it. But they’re watching for her to cue them. I’m not a part of their argument anymore. I don’t want to be a spy. I’m done babysitting them. Maybe one day the cycle will end when she finally gets to me. It seems like she’s making her way around the group. Maybe one day they’ll realize she’s not good.
I’m not really sure what to write about. It’s not a very good day for thinking. Or anything, really. I always end up being stuck in the middle of things. When arguments happen it always seems like the people involved forget I’m my own person. I’m just supposed to listen to what they say and agree with them. I don’t, of course. I listen to what they say but I only agree with the person that makes sense.
When I try to step in and help it’s when one side of the argument realizes I’m a real person. I’m not just a background character that watches silently and waits for a cue. I know what I’m saying. I know that she’s wrong. Everyone else sees it. But they’re watching for her to cue them. I’m not a part of their argument anymore. I don’t want to be a spy. I’m done babysitting them. Maybe one day the cycle will end when she finally gets to me. It seems like she’s making her way around the group. Maybe one day they’ll realize she’s not good.