11.18.09
Nobody knows it
Some days it's harder than others. I'm not going to lie. I'm not alone, far from it, but some days I miss the before. I miss sitting in the newspaper room talking to our publisher in my phone voice, printing quotes to put on the quote wall. Going shopping with Nikki and Margaret and Angelene, the beginnings of our four-headed monster, on a rare snowy afternoon. And I miss going on an adventure to the lake, rolling our jeans to our knees and still getting soaked.
As much as I've always been waiting for now, I sort of want to go back to then.
I just feel like I miss more than I'm missed. I know it's always been my problem. But people don't go and say how much they miss me. I know it sounds ridiculous.
Sometimes I just feel like I'm always getting disappointed. I know I have high expectations. But they're not impossible. Some people meet them.
I feel like shit.
written at 11:34 pm