I was chatting with someone over the weekend about relationships and what not. Somewhere along the line, I mentioned that it'd be nice to have someone in my life right now.
I'm not sure why I said that. I'm not sure why I even thought/think that.
The next 5 months are definitely going to be stressful. No doubt about that. It would be nice to have someone who's supportive to keep me going, to brighten up the bad days, to tell me it's okay, to tell me that things will work out. And for whatever reason, I can almost feel that emptiness because that someone doesn't exist.
When did I become so dependent? When did I start to doubt myself? When did life become so difficult?
I've always managed alone. I've always survived. I've never needed anyone. Why is this getting to me now?
I know I have some great classmates, a great study group, and some awesome friends, and I'm grateful for all of that. But it's never quite the same.
*sigh*
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