I just got back from my friend's house. The one who I had something going with, then didn't, then did, and now don't. The night was fine. Bunch of friends over, we watched movies, then they all left and I stayed and we listened to music and talked.
Out of the blue she says "Friday will be one year since my Grandma passed away." She was extremely close with her grandma and I've learned to tread very lightly around the subject unless I want her crying. So I try to ignore it. Then a song comes up on the playlist (Space Between) and she starts crying. That was the song she was listening to on the way to the hospital a year ago. So I hold her hand, offer her a shoulder to cry on and try to reassure her even though I can't really think of anything concrete to say.
But all the time that she's talking about her life a year ago, all I can think of is where I was a year ago: the happiest I've ever been, coming off one of the most incredible weekends of my life, falling in love with the most amazing person I know, finally feeling like things were falling into place, like things were right.
Except now I haven't had an incredible weekend in ages, my love life is non-existant, I'm still wrestling with mixed feelings that were never fully resolved or put to rest, and I feel like I'm just stuck, trying to find some direction to follow or some source of inspiration to get me truly excited about getting up in the morning again. I've got no one to confide in anymore. I want to just spill out everything here (cause I could desperately use some advice/consolation/support on the matter), but then I'm scared of what a certain someone that reads the forum would think (I hesitate to even write this line). I even end up trying to have some fun on here and get mistaken for some thread-hijacking overly-honky jerk . And on top of that I feel guilty for moaning over my own problems when my friend is still trying to deal with the death of the person she was closest to so far in her life.
Sometimes I just wanna stay in bed all day.
Out of the blue she says "Friday will be one year since my Grandma passed away." She was extremely close with her grandma and I've learned to tread very lightly around the subject unless I want her crying. So I try to ignore it. Then a song comes up on the playlist (Space Between) and she starts crying. That was the song she was listening to on the way to the hospital a year ago. So I hold her hand, offer her a shoulder to cry on and try to reassure her even though I can't really think of anything concrete to say.
But all the time that she's talking about her life a year ago, all I can think of is where I was a year ago: the happiest I've ever been, coming off one of the most incredible weekends of my life, falling in love with the most amazing person I know, finally feeling like things were falling into place, like things were right.
Except now I haven't had an incredible weekend in ages, my love life is non-existant, I'm still wrestling with mixed feelings that were never fully resolved or put to rest, and I feel like I'm just stuck, trying to find some direction to follow or some source of inspiration to get me truly excited about getting up in the morning again. I've got no one to confide in anymore. I want to just spill out everything here (cause I could desperately use some advice/consolation/support on the matter), but then I'm scared of what a certain someone that reads the forum would think (I hesitate to even write this line). I even end up trying to have some fun on here and get mistaken for some thread-hijacking overly-honky jerk . And on top of that I feel guilty for moaning over my own problems when my friend is still trying to deal with the death of the person she was closest to so far in her life.
Sometimes I just wanna stay in bed all day.