:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Monday, March 10, 2003 ::

Well the truth is...
Gosh, I certainly don't know what to say. Now I'm emotionally independent, at least externally. I still feel tied, though, of my own doing. Can't just drop out of love like a pair of skimpy pants, y'know. And though I've pretty much conquered rebound reflex, that sort of assures that I'm going to be alone for a while, as I know running to someone else would be wrong. I know I'd be happiest with her. That's pretty much fact-as-of-now. As far as life moving on, I don't know how much I want to, but I'll give it a try...spanish has the verb añorar; I haven't used it in a while.

I hope, I hope she's doing well, and that she can adjust and be able to cheer herself up, become an emotionally self-sufficient individual. Part of me keeps seeking to void-fill, and as a consequence I expect more from conversations with others that just isn't there, and am subsequently disappointed. Oh well (The pensive stoic's motto). All this music came from nowhere, and started describing my situation in bits and pieces. Like a ball of yarn.

As far as tangible life-events, I'm in Maryland, all my work (except for labwork, breakwork, and my english paper) is done, and there's veggie-meat in the fridge and Unreal Tournament on this computer. Truly, I am home.There's lots of new music to listen to, and I can curl up with a book and call in homework without worrying overmuch about my other homework. It's nice. My lab stuff is still gone, cut a blazing red streak across the sky and smear the entrails of whoever threw it away all over it. Looks like when we come back / I'll have to make new data.

...that I miss you so


:: Aziz 1:35 PM [+] ::
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