I'm getting pretty damn sick of feeling lonely all the time. Aaron moved to Washington in July, right at the end of the month, and I went to the airport with him to see him off. Well, in September, I'm paying to fly him back out here. It was right around that time that I noticed my world start to collapse around me. And then got better before they got relatively worse. The funniest part is everything came kinda full circle. I started with a friend who left, had nobody, found someone, spent as much time with them as I did with Aaron, then I made a huge mistake, and am left with nothing anymore, and now Aaron's coming BACK here to visit. I just figured, well, it's been about a year now, I may as well do a bit of a retrospective on the whole entire situation.
Being lonely isn't fun. Everday I sit at home either writing things are sound less depressed than I am, or I sit listening to sad music. How depressing is THAT? The characters that I write are less depressed than MYSELF. That's pretty damn sad. But that's the way life goes I 'spose.
So I guess some people are just meant to be all alone. I guess I'm one of those people.
And ya know what.....at least there's no stress level of dealing with people I'd eventually unintentionally hurt, so it does have it's advantages.
m@rk

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