I laugh with a tear in my eye thinking about how many times this has happened to me. Why? Sometimes I wonder if it's fate and that I'm really not meant to find what it is that I'm looking for- or maybe what I'm looking for isn't what I'm meant to find. Either way, it sucks.

It really sucks.

Maybe tomorrow I'll crash my car into a big snow bank and sleep forever; if not I'll bury myself into the boring world of my new job. At least I get paid to be there... Tomorrow I'll wake up and dust off my old face, the old smile, and go back into hiding. It's dark and quiet there and I know exactly what to expect.




I've been working on more short stories... Hopefully you can read something other than the pains of my life very soon.