I woke up in the wrong life this morning.
A couple minutes before my alarm went off I got out of bed to refill my water glass, which was more than half empty. Then I got back in bed and just laid there, thinking. That was a while ago now. There's a dream I had that escaped me, and now it's lost, I can't remember it. It had someone important in it...
The thing about loneliness is that it involves a certain amount of shame, i.e. "Why don't you just...?"
Like, why don't you get up and do something instead of worrying about the tendinitis in your elbows, the constant pain your wrist and shoulder, and your numbing hands? Small price to pay for a life of comfort, right?
Quit your complaining and get to work. Pain won't pay the bills.
Loneliness will kill you another day.
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