I feel like I'm going through some sort of mourning process. This can't all be about a boy I only knew for 2 weeks. I hadn't even really pictured our life together.
I think it's just what it all means. I know the only way I currently know how to recover from the sadness is to pretend like it never happened. To swear to never date again. To close my heart to love - the thing I want most.
I want someone all to myself. Someone I don't have to share with the world. I want something pure and perfect and lovely. Something untarnished by the world.
30 minutes of crying later...
Maybe it's time I take that modified sabattical. Theoretically, when my submission is submitted I should have a bit of a break until the fall. Can I make a run for it?
Is there anywhere that makes sense to go to for 3 months that won't be oppressively hot?
Do I move out of Death House? There are too many tears here. Do I just keep restarting my life until I find one I like?
I don't want to live alone anymore.
I don't like living here. Am I too old to be this unhappy?...all the time?
I mean I have the money now, can I at least try to temporarily buy my happiness?
Am I just in distress and looking for temporary solutions.
Leaving the house for 3 months is kind of frightening of what I mind find when I get back.
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