Can't talk long
I had a dream last night where I was watching a play. All the people in the play wore black clothes and had painted white faces. They were also all men and one of the men was playing a woman who came out of a black lake to be sacrificed. I watched the whole play from atop a hill thought it was the saddest play ever.
Afterward I ran into a friend that took me home, Will and we talked about life. I also talked on the phone to one of my old friends Dave about the play and how I thought he needed to see it.
Funny thing is that when I woke up I realized that all the people in the play, Will, and Dave were actually Mike, my ex-boyfriend.
I thought about that alot today on the way to school and then later on the way home. I thought about how he might be doing. I thought about how bad everything turned out. Anyways, I'm going to make a place for this in my journal and let go. The one thing I know is that I need to live in the present and furture like the rest of the world because while the past is comfortable, it's full of the dead and skeletons. The past is like that play. If I keep living there, I'll be sacraficing my life, my future, and become just as black, dreary, and sad as the people in that play of my dreams.
Gotta run to work now. Funny, I know I've said this all before. My only hope is to take things one step at a time and one day at a time. I feel like one of those people in all the AA meetings I've been attending lately. I gotta work the program. lol
Afterward I ran into a friend that took me home, Will and we talked about life. I also talked on the phone to one of my old friends Dave about the play and how I thought he needed to see it.
Funny thing is that when I woke up I realized that all the people in the play, Will, and Dave were actually Mike, my ex-boyfriend.
I thought about that alot today on the way to school and then later on the way home. I thought about how he might be doing. I thought about how bad everything turned out. Anyways, I'm going to make a place for this in my journal and let go. The one thing I know is that I need to live in the present and furture like the rest of the world because while the past is comfortable, it's full of the dead and skeletons. The past is like that play. If I keep living there, I'll be sacraficing my life, my future, and become just as black, dreary, and sad as the people in that play of my dreams.
Gotta run to work now. Funny, I know I've said this all before. My only hope is to take things one step at a time and one day at a time. I feel like one of those people in all the AA meetings I've been attending lately. I gotta work the program. lol