You never know how alone you are until you have to go to the emergency room by yourself in the middle of the night. That's what I had to do last year. Walked there. Waited by myself for hours. Cabbed home at 4:30 am. Killer headache.
This isn't a poor me blog post. This isn't supposed to be a rant. I am supposed to be honest and verbally diarrheatic ... so judge me if you will, this is how I am feeling. Sometimes I wonder if it is so much to ask to have a warm body to come home to, to listen to someone breathing in the dark, to take midnight walks and eat doughnuts with. I guess it may be. Don't get me wrong, I'm not anxiously awaiting something, but it'd be nice nonetheless.
This isn't a poor me blog post. This isn't supposed to be a rant. I am supposed to be honest and verbally diarrheatic ... so judge me if you will, this is how I am feeling. Sometimes I wonder if it is so much to ask to have a warm body to come home to, to listen to someone breathing in the dark, to take midnight walks and eat doughnuts with. I guess it may be. Don't get me wrong, I'm not anxiously awaiting something, but it'd be nice nonetheless.
Also, major deja vu. Of something I remembered to remember. Time is moving backwards.
Cheers.
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