Down in a Hole
Today's my day off, and it's a beautiful day. Sunny, temperate.
On my way to the Hayward Hall of Justice (my small claims court case drags on and just gets increasingly complicated), I began to cry. I was thinking about my late Grandmother; how she's been gone for so long, and I miss her. Then I started to think about others in my life who are gone. People who are gone because they died, or they shut me out, or I betrayed them. Gone because we just stopped talking.
Now I can't stop crying.
Although I know this will pass, I can't help feeling alone, disconnected. I hate this feeling.
On my way to the Hayward Hall of Justice (my small claims court case drags on and just gets increasingly complicated), I began to cry. I was thinking about my late Grandmother; how she's been gone for so long, and I miss her. Then I started to think about others in my life who are gone. People who are gone because they died, or they shut me out, or I betrayed them. Gone because we just stopped talking.
Now I can't stop crying.
Although I know this will pass, I can't help feeling alone, disconnected. I hate this feeling.