their successes become your failures.
the fact that they are living in new york...and feeling their passions while you sit at home drunk in the midwest waiting for passions to ignite.
an ignition that may never come.
I hate being vulnerable and being the strong one in the family.
Side by side they glare like sun on the windshield of a car.
it's hard to be the stable strong one. When you are neither.
Phone calls to best friends that are never answered....especially when you need them.
I mean phone conversations are far and few between.
You'd think that one call would probably mean something important.
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