Dec 31, 2005 00:02
I had a bout of anxiety last night. My heart hurt, it wouldn't stop pounding, and I couldn't sleep. I thought I was done with all that. Holly said, "You know--the world is coming to an end. We have things to be anxious about."
I don't like hanging out anymore. I'm with my closest friends tonight and all I keep doing is checking my phone to see if that one person has called. That one person I don't even like right now.
Maybe "Deeply Intense Films" needs to make a new movie. Maybe that would make me feel creatively charged. I miss my apartment that was half in Highland Park, half in Oak Lawn. I know it was torn down, but I refuse to drive down Lemmon Avenue until something takes me there. I think I'll feel like I'm looking at a grave.
You said, "If you love something and it comes back to you, it's yours."
But you forgot the part, "If it doesn't, it never was."
6 years ago I felt this same way. Heartsick and deceived. It's not a good way to bring in a new year.