I was unemployed for a little while, which I didn't tell everyone because quite honestly, I was embarassed, and extremely upset about the whole ordeal. I have of recent though, gotten some work in the Fashion and Beauty section of the magazine which will be interesting. I never thought of myself as one to be surrounded by nice clothes and make up before (please tell me everyone laughed at this. its funny... really)
I also got a phone call from Chapters on Richmond about going in for an interview tomorrow, which should go well since I do read often, was there earlier today, and love starbucks ha.
In my writing I begun to go over the many things I have stored in a folder entitled "Writings". Now, this folder, if read, would most likely change the way most people think they know me. Its the kind of honesty that may be unforgivable at times. But it's all true.
The tamest writing, circa, who knows:
As he turned to me I knew he was aware of it all. All the aches and pains. Now, I never said he cared, but he knew. And this was all that mattered to me.
Gauging things from now on would be difficult. One miss step. The rabbit hole never ends.
And as the things you lost fly by in the peripheral, there won't be time for apologies.
Similar to those who experience their lives flashing before them in a moment of mortal panic, those who lose those they love, or love itself experience a flashing of moments. The difference lies in time. The given time-frame is not quick. It does not simply pass before your eyes, but slowly before you in a manner that invades your dreams, thoughts and every day conscious thought.
As the ceiling rewinds my past like projection on a screen I cannot help but ask if it's my fault?
As I turned to him, he knew. And I simply didn't care.
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