I've resigned myself.
I need recommendations. Top 3-5 vacation spots. Sidenote, apparently Malta is off the list (not that I ever would have thought of it) aaaaand Washington D.C. does not count.
I need recommendations. Top 3-5 vacation spots. Sidenote, apparently Malta is off the list (not that I ever would have thought of it) aaaaand Washington D.C. does not count.
There used to be a time when I was this person. This person who got so lost in everything, who couldn't see the clearing in the path. And maybe this is some kind of melodrama that I've cooked up for myself. It wouldn't be the first time. Years and experience have proven only one thing: I can easily be my own worst enemy. But right now, it doesn't feel like just melodrama. It doesn't feel like this is me being me. It feels worse than that. It feels much, much worse. It feels like I'm slipping, falling into this unknown variable of 'life after love.' Or maybe it's just 'previously known.' I am a master of evasion. I'm even a master of smiling for the proverbial cameras. The show must go on, smile though your heart is aching, blah blah blah. But I simply don't know how long I can keep the act up this time.
I thought he was going to be my 'happy ever after.' For the first time in years, I wanted that, so badly. I still want it, with every fiber of my being. But I'm scared. I'm terrified that this chasm of uncertainty is going to keep opening up and swallow me whole.
I should be grateful to be alive. I should be grateful to have food on my table. I should be grateful that I'm healthy, that I'm successful. I should be grateful that I even got the chance to love at all.
But right now, I just can't.
| Up, down, turn around -- please don't let me hit the ground. Tonight I think I'll walk alone and find my soul as I go home. |