It is funny how much a simple change in someone’s Friendster status can influence my day.
Not that I was actually pursuing Chrisma* in a coherent fashion, so I don’t feel like I have the right to be disappointed about anything. It’s just been the way my life has been trending anyway.
I will grant that the thought of spending another 20-30 years all by myself is a little unnerving, but if that’s the way things are supposed to be, that’s the way they’re going to be, I guess.
Mireya* did probably unwittingly give me a little smidgen of hope last week. Unfortunately, I wasn’t at the right place at the right time. As usual.
Everything seems so far away these days. I don’t know why I even keep hoping.
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