So I received some very disappointing news. Not that I was surprised, exactly, but there were still plenty of tears and recrimination. There’s a difference between not knowing if you want something or not, and being told you can’t have it.
And I’m too ashamed to actually spell it out here. That’s how useless and crappy I feel about the whole thing. I can’t admit to being as much as a failure as I feel because I don’t know who reads this anymore and I don’t wanna hear the chants of “I told you so” that I imagine are waiting in the wings.
So my new plan: Dazzle them in the time I have left.