Sometimes I get really depressed that Nate's not here. I don't want to wallow or whine, so I never talk about it. I don't know whether or not this is healthy. But moping won't bring him back sooner or make me feel better, so I try to ignore the nagging feeling of sadness and just keep going. That usually works just fine, but sometimes it just hits me like a ton of bricks and I'm out for the count.
Tonight is one of those nights. Tonight one of my roommate's favorite singers is performing on campus, so even though I want to curl up in my bed and go to sleep, I'm going to a concert. I'm going to pretend everything's ok. Fake it till you make it, right? That's just the best strategy I have right now.
This is my life for the time being, and I just needed to share that.
I love you. (And you can always whine to me.)
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