Bitter Rain

After a day of hard work, I head off to school. It is raining and slighlty chilly. I get a little wet running to the building which houses my class and not to mention I am late. As I enter the class the professor gives me a sort of bemused look as if saying, "oh she is late again". Yet she cannot complain because I am the most outspoken person in class and I have a great grade. What can I say, I do know how to keep my head above water.
But today, it was raining and my head got wet anyway, I was feeling rather bad. As class ended I once again ran, to my car this time. And as I got inside I shook my head to shake the water drops off my messy head. I locked the doors (after all one cannot be too safe now a days). And I turned the car on. I turned the wipers on and then the radio. As I pulled away from the campus it began to rain harder. And on the radio was a sappy holiday song, as it ended, the on air personality comes on and introduces a guest who has called in with a lovely thanksgiving story. It turned out to be a tale of romance and of how her love proposed to her at the dinner table with her family looking on. It was sickening and I quickly changed the channel only to be frustrated that there was nothing better on, so I shut it off. And as I idly drove on I began to wonder why it bothered me so much that this stranger was proposed to. Why should I care?
And then it hit me, it bothered me becuase I know that no one will ever be so considerate as to propose in such a manner, because I know I will not get a second chance at love, because I know that no one will ever love me for me, and that is why I sat there embittered in the rain in my car, on my mundane drive home. How pathetic is that?

So...

So my life is a never ending battle with set backs. Why this, why that? My life never can be at peace with even one aspect of life. There is constant drama, is that how everyone's life is? Am I dreaming of an impossibility? I don't want riches, fame or time to stand still. All I ask is for a little corner of the world for me, where I can be the boss and everything to just be still, quiet, peaceful. I just want a space for me and my obsessive thoughts, is that too much to ask? Aparently so. *sigh* Such is life. I find myself repeating that phrase often, "such is life". Maybe I should get that tattooed somewhere to remind myself that I am so insignificant and what I say or do affects no one but me. *sigh* How pitiful is this?