Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 13:32:34 No.68888116 Report

Quoted By: >>68888167 >>68888683 >>68888821

>>68888057
Nick questions her life with all the career success she's gained but yet still has no partner in her life and has two kids alone

Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 14:19:56 No.68888821 Report

Quoted By: >>68888927

>>68888116

>Late night blues coming on again. There's some wordplay in that I'm sure. I roll on out of bed and trudge on over to the living room. Brain won't stop attacking me. At least I can do something to distract myself. TV usually helps.
>Same as it always is. Career, kids, money for whatever I want and good friends. Yet still empty.
>A glass of water is poured from the sink into the little glass I've got. I stare in the darkness at my own reflection, mostly obscured and distorted.
>Same diva shit as always. I have everything I could possibly want but still sit here and want more. Bitch. I take a swig and move over to the couch, turning the TV on but muting it.
>It's more or less just flashing colors. I can't focus my eyes on anything as the doom creeps in regardless. No distracting tonight. Think I've got some beer around here if I really have to stew this shit out of me.
>For some godforsaken reason I keep getting this notion of needing someone to wake up to. Some warm body to keep my bed filled. It's a hard thought to shake. Doesn't help that every single time I open my eyes in the morning I feel a sharp dig of regret.
>Thoughts of life with a full family. Daydreams of having a husband, another adult to take care of me if I get sick, to nurture my kids. Our kids.
>God I'm pathetic. I down the rest of the water. I'm a self-made woman not some goddamned damsel waiting in a tower. What I need is to get some sleep and stop crying about my hurt feelings.
>I sigh roughly and just turn the TV off, doing nothing but searing my retinas at this point. I start in the darkness at the pitch black screen as it fades out. If I had somebody to hold onto this would be about the time they'd come in here and make sure I'm okay. Make sure I'm not boiling in my own thoughts about being desperately lonely.
cont.

Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 14:25:27 No.68888927 Report

Quoted By: >>68888956 >>68888977

>>68888821
>Back up and into the kitchen. Glass in sink and I creep by the kids rooms. I silently poke my head in each, checking in. Sleeping gently and quietly, both. Not a peep.
>Their happy and gentle forms just fill me with melancholy. All these happy faces around me while I have to fake it. Have to pretend I don't do this every day. I slowly click the door closed and wander back to my room.
>This is getting unbearable. It's just getting worse and worse as I see Trent and Curtis dating and having their own success. Jealous and bitter. Turning into a crone. I laugh at that a bit.
>Shit I run off every guy that even looks twice at me. What's the point? I flop into bed and stare at the ceiling.
>It's just going to be shooting myself in the foot, again. And again. Hoping that one time the bullet turns out be a dud. Damnit.
>I start to slowly fade out, exhaustion finally taking me. The last thought I have before hitting dreamland is one of trying again. I can handle failure.

Fin

>>68888137
Next. Anon Y. Pucci.