A "Whoa is Me" Moment

I'm having a feeling sorry for myself moment.  Or more like two days.  I even shed some tears about it.  I'm doubting decisions and questioning thoughts.  I've lead with my heart and that has become hurtful.  I'm probably going to read this tomorrow and say to myself, really?  You have a damn good life.  Buck-up, Buttercup!  


It's hard when you like(d?) someone and you realize there is no reciprocation.  It's made me think about what the hell is wrong with me?  What do other girls have that I don't?  Give me a chance, why don't you?  Do I just get the balls and say hey, I like you.  Will you go out with me?  Of course not, that damn thing rejection gets in the way.  

This is the song that is for all of us who have liked someone and lost.  Or is it their loss?  

How I wish you could see the potential,

                                                                        the potential of you and me.

It's like a book elegantly bound but,

in a language that you can't read.

Just yet.

So what do you say, want to spend some time with me?