Well, shucks. I really thought this blog would turn out to be a proverbial victory dance, championing the plight of a broken-hearted girl in Brooklyn, who rises above the adversity and eventually ekes out a living among the stars (veiled as they are beneath these bright city lights)
. . . But friends, I'm going home. Back to the south. Back to my family. Back to my roots.the truth is, I'm just too tired. I'm too alone. And I'm afraid that if I don't find some peace I might actually fall apart. There's nothing left for me here. I've lost everything I once owned-- not that it mattered-- it was all just "stuff".
More devastating have been the heart-losses. My heart is still shattered to pieces. I'm tired of quietly crying on the subway as I make my way back to my empty house. I miss Badger.
I actually called him earlier this week to see if he was up to spending just one more day with me. He, characteristically, insinuated that he thought I was silly and that he really didn't care one way or the other. It's quite possible that once I'm gone he may never see me again. . . AND HE DOESN'T CARE!!! (Ouch).
So Badger, I'm leaving. If you wait 4 more days you will have missed out on one last chance. . .to be with the girl you swore you once loved. The girl you swore you would never leave. The girl you swore you couldn't live with out.
(Does this make me pathetic? Yes: most definitely.)
Has anyone ever been hurt like this? Itks changing the color of my entire life. . . So I'm going home. So long, broke-lyn.