It's another new year. This will be the year I turn 38. sigh. How did this happen? In my brain I'm still 28. Which is odd, because growing up I always felt then like I was 28. I guess maybe that happens to everyone. We're a certain age in our heads, at some point we reach that age, and then surpass it.
Heath didn't come home until Christmas Eve. I went over there and spent the night with him. We laughed and talked. A little bit about the silence, but not much. He's been home for more than a week now and I haven't heard from him again since. Guessing he's on a major bender. I can't. I just can't. I need to tell him goodbye for good. This is shit. And somehow it's getting shittier.
It's not that I have time to date. I really don't, but I miss having someone interested in me and my life. Oh well.
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