Romeo and her Rosaline

“Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,”
Romeo and Juliet.
It seems to me that there is something strange going on. What this is I don’t quite know, just that its bothering me. Its 8:17 am and I already feel like crying.

Maybe I was expecting too much. I fell too hard and too fast. Like Romeo to his Rosaline. He’s “in love” with Rosaline at the beginning of the play. Without knowing the story you’d never suspect it to stray from the two.

We’re like them, Romeo and Rosaline. Who is who I’m not even sure. I, like Romeo, have my attention fixed on someone who seemingly does not care. He, like Romeo, was “in love” and crazy about me and has changed his mind to call it nothing.

I’m done I guess, I quit the play. Romeo and Juliet was all too tragic for me anyways. We were supposed to talk yesterday but we never did on account of both of us. He was supposed to come over if he wanted last night if he left the bon fire. He apparently left the bon fire but he didn’t want to come over I guess… I told him we needed to talk as well, about different things though I suppose. I’m sure he’ll be expelling questionable rumors and I’m just going to ask straight up, “Do you still want to be with me?”

Today is going to be hard…