|Escaping to a lighthouse would be ideal. Novels have romanticized them so much for me. I'd be thrilled to get to go inside one.|
Truths realized yesterday:
I must've cared about Bud more than I thought, if all I wanted by the end was to give him what he wanted.
If I ever fool myself into thinking I'm capable of casual dating again, shame on me.
I am a weaker person than I would like to be.
If I stay generally sad much longer, I think I could become an actress b/c I am now capable of crying on command those tears that well and then gently fall straight from my eyelid to the desk, or if my head's tilted, they skim down my cheek and pool at my chin. In other words, pretty tears. If I had the slightest interest in acting, I'd start going for auditions.
I let myself wallow today, but I'll get back to job-applying tomorrow.