Will making this purchase fill the hole in my heart?

Anger smolders beneath my skin. Precious hours of my life are being lost to these men. More will be lost writing the wrap-up of the event when I get home.

“Let’s do sirloin,” she said loudly. “Your father loves sirloin, doesn’t he?” I nodded. I hated sirloin. My father loved sirloin. But a man’s needs trumped a woman’s every time, I had learned that by then.

Is that what part of me wants? Or is it only loneliness and fear making me wish I could become a Believer?

Sometimes reality hurts so badly we must twist it in order to go on living beside it.

The next morning, I accepted the job. Or maybe it was my fake self, the other me. It’s hard to tell where I end and where she begins.

Of course, I looked her up. I searched, and I found her, the girlfriend. It was a way of hurting myself, and I did it on purpose.

My problem is too big. It is the size of a child.

There are moments in which a certain level of pain is chosen in order to avoid another, deeper pain. I