A Life In Pink

Well, it’s been a long, dry, spell for JS’ers.  I’ve missed being privy to everyone’s lives.  I just didn’t have the heart to go somewhere else.  JS, the old one, was about as perfect as it was going to get.  I can see that this site is trying and I wish it good luck.  Dazzle me with details!

I write today with a heavy heart.  My roomate is back in the hospital, and they’ve decided(the doctors) that she would be better off in a setting with more assistance and structure.  I’ve made my arguments to her social worker who brushed them off like mosquitoes.  I am so on my own.  I’ve always knew something like this could happen, I just didn’t let myself think about it too much. 

I consider myself a confident, independent, woman, who just so happens to jump at every little noise while sometimes imagining all sorts of creepy things sitting outside my apartment door waiting for entrance.  I have a vivid imagination, along the lines of Steven King, and sometimes it takes off without me.  Mind control is definately on my list of things to do at night.

I visit my roomate regularly and sometimes she’s fairly with it, sometimes not.  Sometimes happy to see me, sometimes not.  I’m always happy to see her.

Walking isn’t nearly as much fun, right now I’m sort of trudging around the neighborhood.  I wish I had a dog!  As much as I’d like to feel sorry for myself, what I’m experiencing is just life.

Friends and relations are all kind and supportive, it just doesn’t erase the sadness/loneliness in the pit of my stomach.  Time,  I hope, will.

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