My Cardboard Balcony

How Many More by Belinda Roddie How many more of these stupid mistakes can I make before it all goes to rot? It's not enough to have all the heartbreaks - they have to linger like a searing hot welt across my chest. I wish I could stop attempting to control the things that I am only meant to manage. Am I not capable of stepping back. Can't I try to trust those who create the things I teach? I thought I'd be better at this by now, and yet, the line I want to walk in breached by my own careless. While I know how to fix my habits, that's only the start; actually doing it's the hardest part.

What can a poor nerd do when she falls in love with a cheerleader? No, scratch that – the cheerleader captain?  She’s of course dating the star quarterback; otherwise, she wouldn’t be fitting the cliché like she should. No, the dork has to stare plaintively at the beautiful blonde in a short skirt, waving pom poms, while she sits in the corner, hugging a book against her knees.