Oct 15, 2007 21:13
Among all the mistakes I've made lately, I really believe moving to Nacogdoches has to be one of the biggest. I'm falling into a place where I haven't been in a very long time, and I'm just not sure how to pull myself out of it. It's easy for people to say "Go out. Meet people. Get a counselor you can speak with". It's not as easy as it sounds. I'm having a hard time getting myself to the store, let alone being out long enough to go to class. And a job? Well, I don't even want to go there.
It doesn't help that Halloween is coming up far too quickly for my liking, and all I think about is what that means. Fifteen days from today my little girl should have been turning 6. How is it possible that six years have gone by already? Part of me wishes I could call Mike and talk to him, but I know that he doesn't want to hear from me, nor do I really want to remind him of that time when he's still adjusting to being a father to his new daughter. I guess the reason I want to talk to him is that he is the only person on this planet who really knows how just how much I wanted our little girl, and what it did to me when I had to say goodbye to her. I won't even be able to go to the cemetary, unless I can figure out a way to make it to Tyler.
I'm tired. I think I'm going back to bed now. Yes, I said back to bed. I've been sleeping most of the day, but I feel like I haven't slept in days.