Due for a miracle.
I want to believe – so badly – that I learned some some hugely profound lessons in the last 2.5 years. Ones that have irrevocably transformed me into an assured, independent, confident person; who’s firmly gripping to her sense of self, not willing to compromise her intrinsic worth for the sake of placating.
Recently I’ve been thinking –
– about how much it scares me to my core to even entertain the thought that those 2.5 years of piercing introspection might have been in vain. The idea that I might even exhibit a single semblance of the person I was that night I closed his car door, and walked back into my house, absolutely breaks my heart.
Hi, my name is Shirley and I eat melodrama for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
May 8th, 2008 at 3:02 pm
I have a few miracles for sale. I’ll give you a good deal too, just because.