***The social anxiety part of me says that I need to put a disclaimer before the following letter because, to me, it sounds so serious. Don’t worry, no one died, and I’m not quitting writing. I don’t want to make anyone feel bad. This letter is just something that I needed to write.***
I’d address this letter to you, but I know it won’t be read by you. I can’t claim that I don’t think about you often. And I miss you more than words can say. Most of me understands that I’ll never have you back, but part of me still believes that I can.
I often find my mind drifting to the past. I think about the times when everything seemed great. Happiness seemed abundant, and the future was full of infinite possibilities, nearly all of them good. Continue reading
Just sharing because I think it’s neat. It’s been a rough year, and I haven’t posted nearly as much as I wanted to. Hopefully things will smooth out and I can get back to where I was.
Thank you to every one who stops by here. I hope that you all have an amazing 2016!
I’m pretty sure my existence has turned into a lifetime movie:
A writer living the good life in Los Angeles must move back to her hometown to take care of a cancer riddled family member. Her everything is tested as she must bring a mentally disabled old man into her home, return to working a 40 hour a week job, reconnect with old friends and family, face challenges at every turn, and try to make a life in a place that she left long ago…
It’s definitely a drama. I miss the good ol’ days when I lived a situation comedy.