This is my third attempt at writing an article this afternoon. The first one was about my job and office politics, and the second about dream interpretation. If I had been using paper and pen, than just a keyboard and hitting delete, I'd be surrounded by crumpled bits of paper by now.
I really can't formulate anything that's been bugging me lately, but in the most brief manner, I can state that I'm sick of complaining customers and having to put on a happy face, I am infatuated with someone and I know its going to go nowhere. And I'm bloody hungry as all hell, but can't be bothered to actually make anything for myself to eat.
I was so happy last night, and even this morning. Kole and I cuddled all evening while watching a movie, and on the city bus she pulled my arm around her. She's growing up so fast, too fast. I seem to be feeling every second slip away, and it hurts my heart.
I watched as she ran off to join her friends, and I wanted to call out to her, to get her to come back to me. I felt like spending the whole morning, the whole day, the whole rest of my life with her in that very moment.
But I didn't call her back to me. Instead, I walked slowly to my parents house, and I sat in the living room, waiting for my mom to wake up. But before she did, I walked out of the house. I got my bike and took the long way home. I fixed myself an egg salad sandwich for breakfast, and watched a bit of a movie. I lost myself online. I realized I was crying while I wrote this.
And now, I'm slowly finding my way back again.