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| rayray (profile) wrote, on 4-11-2008 at 4:24pm | |
| I sit. I weap. I wipe away tears. It's how I start my day, and how I end it. I cry at the drop of a hat. I know I'm an emotional wreck and that I have some emotional issues I keep throwing in the back of my closet. Hoping that someday they will escape through a crack somewhere. Sadly, I never know what starts these fits of tears and uncertainty. Especially when everything in my relationship with Mike is great. I have a job, and I am enrolled in college. My bills are paid, and I'm slowly getting caught up. I really have nothing missing. However, there is a huge hole. And that hole that keeps attacking me at moments like these, is hurting me. This uncomfortable feeling it gives me, is hurting me physically. I am always tired. My body aches. And I can't find a cure.. I've spent the last few weeks doing a spring cleaning of my thoughts. So far, I feel as though I worn myself weak, and accomplished nothing. It's like running on a treadmill. Right now, I would love to burst into tears, and curl up in bed. But there are too many things I need to get done. Anyway.. My dad talked to his girly-friend last night on the phone for 2 hours last night, even though she broke their date for last night. He is so happy, and giddy. And I love seeing him smile. I have been waiting for this for years. |
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acidtears | 04-11-08 5:30pm I don't think I ever really saw your dad smile in all those years I'd see him up north.
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