[I'm tearing at myself]
Nobody gives a damn about me,
or anybody...else...
I finally made the announcement on LJ about my going home in two weeks. Admitting failure, even in just a small "but I'll be back soon!" way sucks. But I have to admit that I'm looking forward to being Laura again, and putting Valdyr away for awhile.
I'm looking forward to going thrift store shopping with Heather. I'm looking forward to drinking beer and watching wrestling with Chris. I'm looking forward to sipping on a bottle of wine in Joe's pool. I'm looking forward to grabbing some Olive Garden with DOM. I'm looking forward to visiting Dana and Laura in their new house. I'm looking forward to jamming out with Derek again.
I realize...I'm looking forward to pretending that the last year and a half never really happened.
I can still picture myself back at the college, in that one uncharacteristically kind and motivational conversation I had with Rafe, telling me that everything I had done up until that point had indicated that I would rather live my life looking for love rather than following my career. And that he knew if I didn't follow my career in the end, I'd never really be happy.
So I did it. For almost two years, I've sacrificed my friends, my health, and my past relations to pursue this career.
I'm still not happy.
I am at peace though. Rafe was right in the sense that now I can move on without having to wonder. But, now what?
I've been asking that all year. I'm sitting here in JSun's apartment, listing to him recite lyrics for a song he's writing about his best friend who was tragically murdered by her husband late last week. In his last LJ post, he mentioned that he was rethinking all sorts of things - capital punishment, marriage and love:
"Laura just told me she loved me...and I didn't know how to respond."
Most of you know that I find it pretty easy to open myself up and love someone, so you probably don't think that's surprising on my end. But, in spite of what had happened between him and his ex-fiance, he had started telling me the same thing about two weeks ago.
All I ever wanted in this life was love. I was beginning to think I might have actually found it. But now he realizes he didn't feel that way about me after all.
I asked him this morning if he would take Jess back if he had the opportunity. He gave me an honest response, but it wasn't something I wanted to hear.
So here I am. My career is crumbling, and I still haven't really meant anything to anyone. Is my life ever going to be anything but pointless?
Somebody get me outta here
I'm tearing at myself
"Maybe some of us weren't meant to make a big difference in one person. Maybe some of us are supposed to touch a lot of lives in small, barely perceptable ways."
or anybody...else...
I finally made the announcement on LJ about my going home in two weeks. Admitting failure, even in just a small "but I'll be back soon!" way sucks. But I have to admit that I'm looking forward to being Laura again, and putting Valdyr away for awhile.
I'm looking forward to going thrift store shopping with Heather. I'm looking forward to drinking beer and watching wrestling with Chris. I'm looking forward to sipping on a bottle of wine in Joe's pool. I'm looking forward to grabbing some Olive Garden with DOM. I'm looking forward to visiting Dana and Laura in their new house. I'm looking forward to jamming out with Derek again.
I realize...I'm looking forward to pretending that the last year and a half never really happened.
I can still picture myself back at the college, in that one uncharacteristically kind and motivational conversation I had with Rafe, telling me that everything I had done up until that point had indicated that I would rather live my life looking for love rather than following my career. And that he knew if I didn't follow my career in the end, I'd never really be happy.
So I did it. For almost two years, I've sacrificed my friends, my health, and my past relations to pursue this career.
I'm still not happy.
I am at peace though. Rafe was right in the sense that now I can move on without having to wonder. But, now what?
I've been asking that all year. I'm sitting here in JSun's apartment, listing to him recite lyrics for a song he's writing about his best friend who was tragically murdered by her husband late last week. In his last LJ post, he mentioned that he was rethinking all sorts of things - capital punishment, marriage and love:
"Laura just told me she loved me...and I didn't know how to respond."
Most of you know that I find it pretty easy to open myself up and love someone, so you probably don't think that's surprising on my end. But, in spite of what had happened between him and his ex-fiance, he had started telling me the same thing about two weeks ago.
All I ever wanted in this life was love. I was beginning to think I might have actually found it. But now he realizes he didn't feel that way about me after all.
I asked him this morning if he would take Jess back if he had the opportunity. He gave me an honest response, but it wasn't something I wanted to hear.
So here I am. My career is crumbling, and I still haven't really meant anything to anyone. Is my life ever going to be anything but pointless?
Somebody get me outta here
I'm tearing at myself
"Maybe some of us weren't meant to make a big difference in one person. Maybe some of us are supposed to touch a lot of lives in small, barely perceptable ways."

