Dear Diary, When will it get easier? Does it? I honestly don’t know. It takes all my willpower not to message him every day and not because it became a habit, wich it was, but because I still want to share my life with him. I want to share...
DD – When?
DD – Last Night
Dear Diary, I’ve been playing out scenarios in my mind all week. Playing and replaying. Sometimes worst case, sometimes best. Me begging, him ignoring. Him showing up on my doorstep and telling me he loves me, how he can’t live without me. No matter how many times I do...
DD – I did it!
Dear Diary, I got the job!! Things have moved so fast with this. Just a week ago I got a cold call from a recruiter and today I landed the job. Apparently I am pleasant and personable and appear to know my stuff. I’m glad that came across because...
Dear Diary?
I never mentioned “Dear Diary” before because there was no plan to do it, it just happened. While dealing with my feelings about saying goodbye I was reminded about a diary I used to keep when I was younger. My sister and some friends used to keep them as well. We would pour...
DD – It’s Tuesday
Dear Diary, I started this entry with a big blurb about my current place of employment then decided to scrap it. If I want to bitch about something I will, of course. I will write some sad, and possibly pathetic, things but they will be about me, my feelings and...
DD – Work and Play
Dear Diary, Back to work today. Ugh! Not that I was very enterprising while on holidays, but back to “real life” really kinda sucked. I do believe my days at this company are numbered. To that end, I met with a recruiter today and landed an interview tomorrow. I’ve been doing...
DD – New Hair
Dear Diary, I don’t know. I may regret this later and have to find some poor hairdresser to fix it, but I needed a change and my regular hairdresser is on sabbatical. It was either cut it or dye it, and I only have blue hair dye on hand. Maybe I’ll...
DD – Tough Day
Dear Diary, Today was a tough one. You’d think it would be easier than this considering how the past few months have been. But no, it isn’t easy at all. Do you know how many times I’ve picked up my phone to send him a message, ask how is...