So, here I am again. In another place of despair. I guess it's a good thing that I haven't been moved to write in six months. I guess that means that everything has been okay since the last time I decided to bang out a post here.
So . . . what's going on with me is that I'm frustrated. My dad's health isn't as great as it was when last I wrote. He had a surgery that he hasn't completely recovered from -- a surgery that I never wanted him to have in the first place. It's scary, because he's really all I have in this world. I have cousins and other family members, but when it really comes down to it, it's me and him against the world. I don't like the idea of having noone. I guess I have the boyfriend, but anything can happen. Relationships are fragile, and ours seems to be really fragile at times.
Speaking of which, are relationships overrated? They might be the cruel joke of the Universe. There are moments when I wonder what I would do if I were single, and moments when I think we're all destined to be single in the final analysis.
I guess one day I'll figure out which theory is accurate.
