I've spent the last few weeks alternating between being in the melodramatic, self-indulgent pit of dispair over feeling as if I've lost everything that mattered to me, and being in a melodramatic fit of bitterness/rage about the manner in which I lost what feels like everything that mattered to me. I don't want to talk to my friends. I rarely
(
Read more... )
Comments 11
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
I love you like my luggage.
Reply
Reply
Reply
I completely understand.
Just glad to hear from you b/c I wasn't sure how you were doing.
I think I had a dream with your mother and Ben Folds in it last night.
Wtf?
lol
Feel better soon. Be thinking of you.
Reply
Reply
It wasn't one of THOSE dreams. They (you?) were both just in it...which I thought was odd.
But if you want, I can *pretend* it was one of those dreams. :p
Reply
Leave a comment