and then holds it against me. Or doesn't tell me that he's read it, and holds it against me.
I just want to be someone's number one in their life. Everyone has that best friend that they have known for years, someone they were attached at the hip to in elementary school that never lost touch in college and eventually moved into the house next door to that person. And I don't. All of my friends have their number one, beside Justine, and half the time I'm convinced she's mad at me because I don't hold up my end of the bargain.
I'm so tired from trying so hard. I'm so sad from trying and failing. I want to give up constantly, but if I do I know that no one will worry about me or ask me where I am. I don't know what I have done to deserve this, but if someone knows how to get on God's good side, please let me know.
Let me set this scene. It's mid-afternoon, and I've just come home from running errands. I ran to the theater to get my W2 form, then dropped off papers at the post office, and got groceries. When I came home, the house was quiet. I put the groceries on the table, took off my shoes, and walked to my room. And there, curled up on my bed under my quilt, was Michael. Manny was curled up next to him.
This is a rare moment in my life where I can say that my life is wonderful. I love him so much, it almost hurts.
I just want to be someone's number one in their life. Everyone has that best friend that they have known for years, someone they were attached at the hip to in elementary school that never lost touch in college and eventually moved into the house next door to that person. And I don't. All of my friends have their number one, beside Justine, and half the time I'm convinced she's mad at me because I don't hold up my end of the bargain.
I'm so tired from trying so hard. I'm so sad from trying and failing. I want to give up constantly, but if I do I know that no one will worry about me or ask me where I am. I don't know what I have done to deserve this, but if someone knows how to get on God's good side, please let me know.
Let me set this scene. It's mid-afternoon, and I've just come home from running errands. I ran to the theater to get my W2 form, then dropped off papers at the post office, and got groceries. When I came home, the house was quiet. I put the groceries on the table, took off my shoes, and walked to my room. And there, curled up on my bed under my quilt, was Michael. Manny was curled up next to him.
This is a rare moment in my life where I can say that my life is wonderful. I love him so much, it almost hurts.
