sunday

Today was a day of so much emotion, it was ridiculous. I went to the park for a little bit with some people, and ended up sitting cross legged alone, reading Chuck Palahniuk. The park was blaring some heartbreak songs from hidden speakers, and I was hiding behind my big sunglasses and crying. It was really, really, really depressing. I sobbed my whole way home, curled up in my favorite armchair, and read. There's nothing poetic about suffering, or maybe all suffering is poetic and that's where masterpiece is born from...

I ended up surrounded by old friends in a situation that made my heart ache and regret seep from my pores. They know me inside and out, and after I cried for a good hour, they brought out a cheese ball and sat around me. Some of them had just returned from the east coast, where they recently put in a Pollo Campero. Pollo Campero is the leading fast food chain in Guatemala, where I've been three times, a place that means the world to me. One of the guys gave me his leftover PC. It made me cry, and it made me so happy.

I really don't know what tomorrow holds, or the day after, but a little ray of hope has squeezed its way into my life, refracting golden rainbows off of everything I see.
sarah∞mae