Poor lonesome me. For someone as hypersensitive as I am, it's risky to get even a few hopes up.I can't tell if it's pleasurable pain or just plain old pain that I feel whenever I wonder if I will hear from him again. I don't know how people do it, this dating thing. I can hardly stand the uncertainty. Fortunately, I've managed to distance myself from it in the past few days, thanks to Linda and our daytrip to Bolinas.
Sometimes I'm tempted to believe I'm alone because there's something wrong with me. But I think it's better, all in all, to feel strongly. Better than not feeling. I just have to remember that I can't blame anyone else for the way I feel.
The bright side is that I feel like I've been roused from a stupor, and I didn't really know I was in one. Here's hoping I can stay awake for at least a little while.
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