I’ve been mulling it over since the last post, and I think what bothers me the most is that I view this next short period of my life as the end of most things. I’ll never be a wife again, no more babies, the end of people wanting to hang out with you because you’re not a part of a couple (and thus, a third wheel). I feel as it’s the end of my chances. At everything. Which sounds rather dramatic, because I know I’m still fairly young. But it’s just the feeling that I get: no more for me. No more anything. And it feels horrible, and unfair, and it sucks. The End
Jan 02, 2011 @ 03:52:35
Dude, we have totally been looking for a third wheel. Our tricycle sucks without one.
Jan 02, 2011 @ 04:42:51
Haha! I lost half my air, which doesn’t make for a very good wheel.