"...what the hell am i doing here.....i don't belong here..."
Home is no longer home.
Notes for people:
*if you read this, I think I saw her today. You know who I'm talking about, that bitch that makes it so that you can't talk to me anymore. It's ridiculous. I'd love to talk to you; love to tell you what happened in NC. You'd be interested to know that I'm moving to California. Or maybe you wouldn't give a shit. I think you would, though...I think you wonder sometimes how I am, what I'm doing, whether or not I'm safe/sane. I wish you could work past her neurosis and be a decent person again.
*i wish i'd been able to see you this weekend, my mini-me. you are fabulous. we must hang out before i move.
*i still need to return your phone call. i'll do it on my drive home tomorrow. it will be a long drive -- but it should be the last time i have to do it (in that direction, anyway...)
*i wish you'd come downstairs and make out with me. i need to feel better right now.
*i can't believe you are putting her in this position. you are such an asshole. with any luck, i won't have to see you for a long, long time. and that's not a lie. i wish i could tell the world who you really are.
*thanks for lunch today. i love you very much and worry about you constantly. please continue to grow as a person; find a career, find a real woman, be happy. you deserve it.
*go to school. get a job. mom says so.
*it was great to see you at qdoba and at work. i really miss what we used to have.
I am so tired of grading essays - and I am only a third of the way finished. It is only going to get worse before it gets better. Then, when the whole thing is over, it will be the best and worst day I've had in a long, long time.
"Love will abide...take things in stride...sounds like good advice.."
Notes for people:
*if you read this, I think I saw her today. You know who I'm talking about, that bitch that makes it so that you can't talk to me anymore. It's ridiculous. I'd love to talk to you; love to tell you what happened in NC. You'd be interested to know that I'm moving to California. Or maybe you wouldn't give a shit. I think you would, though...I think you wonder sometimes how I am, what I'm doing, whether or not I'm safe/sane. I wish you could work past her neurosis and be a decent person again.
*i wish i'd been able to see you this weekend, my mini-me. you are fabulous. we must hang out before i move.
*i still need to return your phone call. i'll do it on my drive home tomorrow. it will be a long drive -- but it should be the last time i have to do it (in that direction, anyway...)
*i wish you'd come downstairs and make out with me. i need to feel better right now.
*i can't believe you are putting her in this position. you are such an asshole. with any luck, i won't have to see you for a long, long time. and that's not a lie. i wish i could tell the world who you really are.
*thanks for lunch today. i love you very much and worry about you constantly. please continue to grow as a person; find a career, find a real woman, be happy. you deserve it.
*go to school. get a job. mom says so.
*it was great to see you at qdoba and at work. i really miss what we used to have.
I am so tired of grading essays - and I am only a third of the way finished. It is only going to get worse before it gets better. Then, when the whole thing is over, it will be the best and worst day I've had in a long, long time.
"Love will abide...take things in stride...sounds like good advice.."