Sometimes I feel like I am balancing on a tight-rope and one false move is all it takes for the people I care about to get upset with me. I suppose it will blow over; it usually does; but I hate this waiting, this dark night, when I don't know whether you still like me.
I will wake up tomorrow, brush my teeth, have my coffee, head to work. Nobody will be able to tell that I've been waiting all night.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Waiting
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4 comments:
Poignant and well said.
But gosh, we all still like you. Don't we?
*nodnod
You're good, girl. Don't get upset when people get flaily (it's a Janie word)...it probably isn't even about you. It's probably a bad hair day, hormones, or their favorite team didn't win. And none of that is about you!
They need to grow a spine.
this post is a little bit cryptic. Am I the only one who can't decipher it?
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