Just tell me. Clue me in. Whisper it in my ear. Good, Bad, I don't care, just don't make me wait. Interviews are the worst, but what's even worse than interviews?! The waiting. Waiting to hear the reply. All thoughts encircle your mind, "Did I get it?" "Why is it taking so long to hear… Continue reading Spare me– Good or Bad.
12 years. No, I didn't forget. How could I? How would I? Eddie Ness. Six years old. Twelve years ago we lost a cutie pie, a boy sweeter than apple pie, a boy who would give anything to you, be kind to you when you needed someone to be, one who always did what he… Continue reading Unanswered Questions.
I'm not sure if I should go, should I attend? I'm exhausted & not in the mood to deal with social interactions. After all, my whole day was based on that. I was helping customers, talking to them, processing their orders and now I'm supposed to go to a party? Then, my friend texted me… Continue reading What a great night!
On Channel 66, the feature movie is "50 First Dates," a romantic comedy, starring Drew Barrymore and Adam Sandler. I watch it from start to finish and the missing starts. I begin to think about my ex, my former boyfriend. Some of the scenes bring me back to our relationship. The way Henry (Sandler) looked… Continue reading One of those days…
Rain pours down on a dreary Friday morning. My windows have drops splashed on them. 9:30 AM. I wake up in a depressed state. I feel alone & lost, empty even. What is it? Why do I feel this way? What's the problem? What's the issue? What's the problem? I feel utterly lost. I'm missing… Continue reading The first few days as a college graduate– Scary. Overwhelming. Lonely. Empty.
6:15 A.M. My alarm sounded; it was a loud, buzzing noise. No, it cannot be that time. This day cannot be happening so quickly, so soon, so fast. I can't. I must roll out of bed & get prepared to sit through a 5-hour long graduation ceremony. But, this time, it's for ME. I will… Continue reading Sadness kicks in & I just can’t kick it back out.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013-- I got up every morning feeling like crude, dirt, shit the first few mornings after our breakup. I would sulk and not be into working at my dream job-- the magazine. I wouldn't talk much to the editors because I wasn't all "there." I was somewhere else. I was in an… Continue reading “The Letter”