My best friend is flying across the country on a one-way ticket. She gets to begin again--a whole new setting, new faces, new introductions, new adventures. I'll be here, in the same bedroom I slept in when I began junior high. How am I supposed to let her go?
This past week, nothing has meant a thing to me--novel abandoned, ambitions forgotten, schoolwork procrastinated. Whatever fire was lit beneath me in previous months has expired. Is it the midwinter slump, or do I have anemia of the soul?
Some days I wonder if there's a gas leak in my house--all of us suspended, constipated (metaphorically), silent.
Forgive me while I bleed apathy all over my blog for a few days. I'll snap out of it soon.
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