Complete Disaster

[nuttmeg]

I do believe that I am absolutely miserable. I am grateful for my friends and my family. They are always a source of warmth in my life, but other than them I don't have a whole lot going for me right now. I hate winter. I am sick. I am depressed. I am heartbroken. I am lonely (but I'm not about to walk out the door looking for someone to be with

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[anonymous]

no comment. just letting you know someone is reading.

About Her

[anonymous]

It began then. That fall, just in school. I was lost. Questioning myself and decision that bent my life 180 degrees onto a whole other tangent of somewhere I should have been long ago. It was then that I first saw her. I became addicted to her beauty that first time, craving it, hoping that I would see her each day I waited to go into my class. Each day a rush, her image repainted in my mind. Never did I approach her. Never did I chance saying hello. Why? Perhaps doubt within myself. But, I didn’t want to ripple the pond. I didn’t want her noticing the eagerness that I would have looking through the crowd, or my intent stare once my search had ended for it would have changed things. I didn’t want to disrupt my morning rush of amazement. I also did not want her image in my mind altered by knowing who she was inside. I was content simply to admire her

Re: About Her 2

[anonymous]

And then it happened midway through summer. It was a job close enough to her to not make things too difficult. I called her to let her know and… silence. I suspected that she simply did not want me any longer. And time passed. She faded, but not too much. Her memory was readily revived when I heard her name, or something we did together. School came back in. I didn’t search her out. I just let it be. We did indeed run into one another. And she told me she was back with him. I was hurt, and happy at the same time. Hurt because, I really don’t need to explain that. I was happy in that I knew that she was, and because I had closure. No more wondering. I was free