I miss too many stories, and I don't want to let them go. When you see death as your ending, you look for every opportunity to connect with everyone you can. I worry that this makes me look desperate. I worry about too many things. I worry that I worry about too many things.
I think I've pinpointed a lot of what's been thinning out my head lately - I lack a best friend anymore. I have a lot of people who fill parts of that role, but with Jess's departure, I lost a sanctuary, and I'm beginning to feel like it's too late to find one again.
I know that is a clinically retarded thing to say, I'm only 28, blah blah blah.
Some days it's all I can do to keep from watching the waves, and wishing I was alone, with nothing but an endless sheet of glass to sail, wind to push me home, and nowhere at all to be.
