Sunday, June 13, 2004 Lousy Fulcrum

Why do I always seem to be the other chick. It's as if there is this imaginary fulcrum, balancing me and someone else. I also seem to always be the end with less value. Why is that?    I'm really starting to notice a trend here. Am I just too late for the real deal all the time- or do I seem like a toy, or am I too intimidating? What is it? Hmm. The fact is this always happens to me. It really makes me wonder how much I am really worth. I mean, I've always thought I'd done my best to be a worthy person. I thought I could be that someone who is desired and adored every once in a while. I dunno. Maybe I'm gullible; disillusioned. Maybe there is something wrong with me. After all, I always believed that, if the world seems against you, then there's got to be something wrong with you.