ayer conoci un cielo sin sol, un hombre sin suelo
Blah. That I believe is the statement of the long, long day. Between caring for Jani during her dibilitating migraine and Preview Training tonight, I'm tired.
And, I am strangely moody. Not bad moody and bitchy, but the cleavage between chill and kind of sad.
I'm trying to remedy this by listenting to a mix of Tiziano Ferro, Jem, Shakira(in spanish), Ophelie Winter, Giorgia, Sara Maclachlan and Corneille.
I've recently realized that all of my friends are currenly in relationships--this is strange. I wish them all happiness, but I am often the 3rd, 5th or 7th wheel, as of late. Honestly, my idea of a good time is not watching all my friends climb all over their 'others.'
I'm not the type of person who needs to be in a relationship. I do however get kinda of whistful from time to time, missing the sense of security and contentment that comes with having someone like that around. When Rob was here, I didn't long for that because we were that close. He's been gone for two years and I'm really starting to feel the lack of emotional comfort.
I'm also feeling a little gay-deprived. I've been blowing off my gay friends too much lately. I've had loads of fun going out with the for. lang. grads, but i have my moments of needing to be back around gay people. So, I've resolved to go out tonight with some friends and attempt to have a good time.
I hate to sound like that whiney-why-doesn't-anyone-date-me gay boy, lol... but damnit...
Quote: Et même si on garde nos manteaux, et même si la fin arrive un peu trop tôt, j'aurais vécu d'avoir voulu ta peau, on aura aimé pour de beau