The living's not easy but the cotton is high. So much in these last few months--no use mentioning them here, semi-publically, but how it diminishes a person! And how free I am now!
Marriage in six weeks. A pretty dress being altered. How lucky I am to be a Maid of Honor. How strange it is to watch my younger sister being married! Katie Kapotsy now and nothing I can do about it. She shouldn't know about such things. I was so happy when I was her age. I'm too old now.
I'm so happy since May. Happy to be who I am where I am instead of someone else. That sounds silly and no one will know what I mean. I don't care.
Mr. Bush, ex-lawyer man, I've wondered about you. Are you reading this? If you ever want to call me, you might! I really dislike instant messenging. 614.327.1076 Be brave sometime!
1 comment:
Hey Nina Simone... What a depressing blog! I hardly think that marriage defines a person, maybe more of the opposite is true... To be twenty-seven (almost) and single is a great thing. I hope you realize that you should live it up and enjoy. All too soon you'll be wedded to some nice gentleman and your single days will be gone. I love you! (I'm a little bit jealous of your writing talent, I hope you always know that.)
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