Too long.
Matt wrote this. It made me cry. Dedications.
Dammit. Why do we run out of time? Why do we have to suddenly turn around and realize that the day just will not hold all the things that we need it to hold? It isn't fair. While I don't think that we should be able to spend every minute of our lives pursuing happiness -- a girl has got to eat -- I do wish that there was some way to make things balance better.
Somewhere, I've gotten so wrapped up in running from day to day that I don't seem to be finding the way to catch up with myself, or with a lot of the people that really matter. Matt and I miss connections half the time; between my work and hers, it seems like Amanda and I are just going to be voices on a bedtime phone for the rest of forever; Mars is a million miles away, and I haven't seen Kat (or Corwin, or Catri, or Aven...) in well over a year.
What am I doing?
I miss you.
Dammit. Why do we run out of time? Why do we have to suddenly turn around and realize that the day just will not hold all the things that we need it to hold? It isn't fair. While I don't think that we should be able to spend every minute of our lives pursuing happiness -- a girl has got to eat -- I do wish that there was some way to make things balance better.
Somewhere, I've gotten so wrapped up in running from day to day that I don't seem to be finding the way to catch up with myself, or with a lot of the people that really matter. Matt and I miss connections half the time; between my work and hers, it seems like Amanda and I are just going to be voices on a bedtime phone for the rest of forever; Mars is a million miles away, and I haven't seen Kat (or Corwin, or Catri, or Aven...) in well over a year.
What am I doing?
I miss you.