I Understand.

I think I know now what it felt like to be her.

A rock. I'm a rock. I'm the happy person. The happy person who signs on to msn and gets three people talking to her about their problems. But that's okay. Because I'm a rock.

I'm smooth. And hard. And stable. I don't cause any problems. But I don't help them either.

I don't do anything at all. I just let people pour their problems over top of me and endure them, never complaining, just silently being there and listening.

I never ever speak up. I never get fed up. Because I'm sturdy and smooth and blank as a rock. I don't cause trouble. I don't stick out. I blend in and go unnoticed in my blankness.

Are rocks allowed to be colourful? Sometimes.

Are rocks allowed to get up and dance? Not possible.

Can a rock fly? Never.

Are rocks allowed to have demons? Not a chance.

Can a rock feel unappreciated? No, that's what they live for.

Is a rock alive? No.

I. AM. NOT. A. ROCK.

kthx.