Towards the end of the road
It’s never a good sign when you can’t distinguish between missing someone or missing having a person around. I’m probably somewhere between the two.
Putting 3 years into words in hopes of feeling better sooner but I know that’s not how it works.
I hide behind my face, all smiles and jokes. I guess I haven’t fully processed this but then again, that’s what I’ve been telling people — “I haven’t processed this”. But what will that look like? What does “processing” entail? Giant-ass bucket of ice cream? Drinks?
Loneliness is probably the worst feeling around. I should know, seniors tell me all the time, I’m without friends, family, I shut people out with snarky attitudes and a downright cold personality. Maybe one day, it’ll all change
Time will do what time does best.