Maybe the grief of the past three days can be written off to PMS. I'm not sure, but maybe.
Tonight I was about to ask Google what to do about my chronic feeling of aloneness. The deep aloneness that settled in years ago and flares up unexpectedly when I am surrounded by people and floors me with the sense that I am utterly on my own in this world. Google, how can I fix this persistant ache? I didn't end up asking Google because I knew Jesus would be jealous, with good reason. So I asked him instead.
I love you, Lacey...I love you! I love you!
My sad and desperate heart replied with equal vehemence,
I don't...know what...that means!
I don't know what that means.
I think I should turn off the Cranberries' "Ode to My Family" (let's be honest, it is not helping my situation!) and call it a night. Sometimes throwing in the towel is my best chance for victory.
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Lacey,
I don't know what to tell you except that I love you. I'm sorry you are struggling through these feelings.
I appreciate you...thanks :) I love you too.
I know sort of what you are feeling. But I love you too. Grams
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