her tragedy
Have you ever been afraid that something you don't want to happen isn't happening? I think that I have. That I am. It's as if I want something to happen because I don't want it to happen. Like I want to feel as though I've made some great sacrifice, displayed true selflessness. Become a martyr, the tragic heroine. As if there's some sort of great strength of character in that.
But understand that I am no way miserable. On the contrary, I am quite happy and feel quite loved.
And who wouldn't with friends as spectacular as mine? Honestly, with the amount of love and support I receive from them, and I must particularly mention my darling girlfriend (who's capacity for ice cream and spontaneity rivals my own) there's just not way in the world that I can let my troubles slowly and silently consume me. I've got plenty of shoulders to cry on and sympathetic ears to vent to.
And with the way my emotions go, well, the end of the world is a passing fad, which makes an unexpected though always brief comeback from time to time.
But understand that I am no way miserable. On the contrary, I am quite happy and feel quite loved.
And who wouldn't with friends as spectacular as mine? Honestly, with the amount of love and support I receive from them, and I must particularly mention my darling girlfriend (who's capacity for ice cream and spontaneity rivals my own) there's just not way in the world that I can let my troubles slowly and silently consume me. I've got plenty of shoulders to cry on and sympathetic ears to vent to.
And with the way my emotions go, well, the end of the world is a passing fad, which makes an unexpected though always brief comeback from time to time.