Oh boy, I thought, today I can lie around and feel sorry for myself. I will not answer the phone, no matter who calls.
Nothing remotely occurred like I thought. Brother brought the iron table and chairs from mom's house. The House could sell anytime. I talked to Connie who has a nasty bug. And called to wish mom a happy birthday again.
Since I do not seem to contribute much, I wonder why anyone cares. I spend much of my waking time wishing someone cared. From what my PHriends say, they care. Somehow I cannot convince myself. Former co-workers tell me they care. I do not believe that either.
I do not want to be miserable anymore.
Miss you, dude.
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