"You're entitled to be a crab," she said pointedly, her hands curled around her bottle of iced tea. I described the tea as tasting like cloth, but good cloth, because it went down easy, like silk. She said she understood what I meant, but I'm not entirely sure she did. "You're dealing with life."
It feels more like life is dealing with me. I'm tired, but I don't want to sleep. I want to get up and move, but I don't want to be active. I can't sit here and think anymore, but I am. I don't want it to end, and I'm terrified of change, but I feel like change is necessary and change is what is going to save us. Just minor changes. Nothing too drastic or weird, I don't think I could take that. I can barely take this. Snapping out of a routine is awful.
AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH - Charlie Brown style.
I think I need to be me for a while and do what I want to do. That may sound like something I should be doing every day, but it's not. And he understands that, and that's why we're going to be okay, together in the end.
It's going to snow today. Of course it is.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment