|You try to act like it doesn't hurt.|
But it does. It hurts.
I wanted to be president.
Oh, I knew I wasn't going to win really, I didn't expect to win, I just wanted to put in a decent showing. I figured I'd least come in second. You know how many votes I got? None.
Every time I think about it, I die a little bit inside.
If I'd voted for myself as a write-in, I'd have gotten at least one vote, but that just seemed... I don't know... pushy. But I thought surely some of my friends would have voted for me. No, I didn't ask them to - there's some things you expect people to know without being told. You expect them to understand. You expect your friends to understand. Thanks a lot, friends.
The thing is, I tried so hard. Like, you know how Mitt Romney made that comment about 47% percent of the population. Well, I never made a comment like that. You'd think at least a few of that 47% would have voted for me, but did they? No.
And I'm not saying I wanted to win, just come in second. I didn't even come in third. I didn't even place. I don't mind being beaten by Barack Obama. It's okay. But I was beaten by Mitt Romney.
You try to act like it doesn't hurt, but it does. It hurts.