Footnote

In time, he thought, Aimee would probably seem like a footnote, but just now her absence felt bigger than that, like maybe she deserved a whole page to herself.

Tom Perrotta, “The Leftovers”
(via quarkhenares)

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And then it hit me. Maybe I am meant to live by myself, forever. That they are saying ok, but not really. That they say go but deep inside, they don’t approve. What should I do to make them be ok. I feel like I’ve done everything I can to make them accept but I guess it is not enough. I’m almost 30 for crying out loud. Why can’t I do anything without them worrying. I mean, I get that, that’s their job, to worry. But come on. Sigh.

I am too tired to explain.
Too tired.