Argh and ahem...

You probably wouldn't understand this, but I wonder what it would be like to have someone love me the way I wanted to be loved.

Not that your way is so awful but there are things that you can do to show me rather than just saying it.  Saying it isn't enough.  What if I say that I hate you, that you're a waste of life - does that make those things true just because the words hang in the air?

It pains my heart that I spend all day putting words to paper that don't matter and when I leave I ache to matter and I can't because I've got nothing to give.

My wrists and fingers ache from so much typing all day long about such things that do not matter.

I suppose I will go back to school and become a teacher.