Wishing

Ah, I wish he'd notice. He's just so oblivious to everything, even me. When I sit here and die over him, he's always off somewhere with that girl! We could be so perfect. But waste your time on her, fine by me too. I'll just sit here and beg and drool like a dog under the table, waiting for a scrap or two. Or anything, from him. Maybe I'm just fooling myself. Of course I'm fooling myself. It's all in my head, what we could be. I'm dirty, I'm insane, I'm dreaming. But then why does it feel so good? Okay, maybe I'll keep wishing and wishing my life away on him. But alas, I love him too much to leave. This is complicated. I need a girlfriend myself.

(I wrote this monologue for my first audition. Traditionally, all the he's were supposed to be she's, but this is good too :) The male gay best friends make more sense anyway. I need some feedback! :) )