staying with family
makes me feel like a little loser-ish.
Orchestra may go on a strike.
My bf doesn't want to make a decision even though my green card situation doesn't look the most positive. We discuss heavily and I feel like it's great that I can have such an honest talk with him in a civil way, but feeling lost about my position in this relationship.
My sister and her new born son look so lovely. But the baby reminds me of my lost child.
I get along with mom better, but still the idea of living closer to her gives me headache.
Did I do it again? Did I drive myself to where I didn't want to be again?
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Don't we all? It occurs to me that we are what we can survive. Not that we don't deserve more, but we must survive first.