What happened to me? I'm like an orphan with parents. Mom told me in her email "it's like being in Morocco and feeling you're still abroad".
That's life. Move on. Each one follows a way, drowns in the flow. I hate it.
D. got married. I wasn't expecting to see him only twice in a month. I almost don't wanna think about him. It hurts me everyday. I know he thinks of me, but he told me "I wish there were 48 hours in one day, to be able to do all the things I want to do". I don't care. I want no excuses, just time for me.
H. got lost. She doesn't know what, when, where and I can't find it for her. I'm leaving her space, ask for authorization to get into her bubble, but then when I see her, I forget how angry I am.
H. fell in love...with the wrong person. I'm repeating: the wrong person. So, we had these weid days when I was avoiding him then arguing on the phone. Bad, bad days. But I doubt it's over.
Don't tell me "that's life".