I'm crying my eyes out as I write this. My relationship went from fine to suddenly falling apart over a matter of one day. One moment I'm in New York visiting my girlfriend, and the next I'm home reading an e-mail about how she isn't ready to live together...in five months.
I guess it's understandable. No it's not. Nothing is understandable to me. I don't understand the fucking world. I don't really feel like I understand anyone in it. I just don't get it.
I can't write or think or say anything rational right now. It's all just pain and insanity talking beyond the things I've already said. I just feel sick to my stomach. The distance has made it turn out this way. Why was I ever optimistic in the first place? Why did I believe, against all the experiences that have come before, that this time it would be different? Why did I think that just because I love this girl in a way that I've loved few others, that such feelings would make a difference? And why is it that love never seems to hold up to paltry things like career or travel or wanderlust or...whatever.
I'm too sick to even wonder about this anymore.
I guess it's understandable. No it's not. Nothing is understandable to me. I don't understand the fucking world. I don't really feel like I understand anyone in it. I just don't get it.
I can't write or think or say anything rational right now. It's all just pain and insanity talking beyond the things I've already said. I just feel sick to my stomach. The distance has made it turn out this way. Why was I ever optimistic in the first place? Why did I believe, against all the experiences that have come before, that this time it would be different? Why did I think that just because I love this girl in a way that I've loved few others, that such feelings would make a difference? And why is it that love never seems to hold up to paltry things like career or travel or wanderlust or...whatever.
I'm too sick to even wonder about this anymore.


