Personally now, I can tell you that when you take chances, you'll get your ass burned. But this isn't ALWAYS the case. Sometimes you get lucky. I'm not one of the lucky ones.

I've followed an interest for an while. Keeping my distance, but an occasional "friendly hug" or "flirty smile" will be thrown into play. I followed it for awhile, but my interest became unavailable to me. I backed off for sake of the other girl. I know how it feels to have advancements made on your own interest. After awhile the claim on my interest faltered and broke away. I then began the ploys once more. After more unsuccessful attempts at seduction, My interest moved away. I was saddened, but i knew life would continue on.

The months passed and several of them later, I looked upon a wall. This wall held the key to my plan, which was back in action again. Prom. Who knew a four letter word could have such an effect on the public. I sent a message to my interest and my invitation was accepted. After that it was pure bliss. I was overjoyed to have someone play a role in my life such as this interest. And when the day came, it was more than I could have dreamed. Everything turned out perfect, and I was so happy. Happiness was all that mattered that night. And it seemed as though that would be the only night for the happiness I felt.

My interest and I were an item after that, and i let everyone know it. At first it was the greatest, and I was thrilled to be claimed as another's. But my interest's attention seemed to be pulled elsewhere. I made attempts to sway the attention, but I was unsuccessful. Many of my companions told me it was not right. I told them I didnt mind, my interest was busy or in trouble. But i seemed to be kidding myself after awhile. I began to feel miserable after the attention or lack there of. I was being mistreated and the only person who didn't see that was myself.

One morning I awoke and continued my daily routine of message checking on my favorite destination on the world wide web. I noticed I had a message that stuck out from the ordinary. This message revealed that my interest had his own interest. That interest was not me. Enraged by this I sent messages to everyone that could be of importance. My heart was full of sadness and regret. But mostly of anger. I was angry not so much at my interest, but my interest's interest. She had a reputation for ploys such a this. And now that it was happening to me, I was angered and sickened.

Now I'm sitting here, wondering where this is going. Wondering what to do with this interest of mine. :\