What's Wrong With Me?

In a simple question that I daresay most people ask themselves when things aren't going right - what is wrong with me?!

Pose that question to any of your friends and more often than not, they'll say that nothing is wrong with you. But hey. They're your friends and they usually tell you what you want to hear. Who, in their right minds, would tell you honestly what is wrong with you? They don't want to hurt your feelings nor do they want to belittle you.

Today, of all days, is a day full of unforeseen circumstances.

As the saying goes, it's a fucked up day.

So things may not go as well as you want to in terms of your career but that's ok. You can pick up where you left off. Things are *still within your control. It's simply a matter of getting your act together.
But when other personal things crop up and they're beyond your control, there's really nothing you can do except to suck it up... and suck it up, I will.

You're the sweetheart I had the pleasure of befriending. So yeah, you weren't perfect but your flaws made you who you are. Your honesty and decency in all things command my respect more so than you probably know. 
After a year and a half, you're the first person I developed such strong feelings for but the feelings are either not mutual or the timing is not right. 

With all that's said and done, I thank you. For letting me see that I'm not a cold-hearted bitch and for giving me the privilege of knowing a person as amazing as you are. For making me fall for you when it is what it is. 

In a strange twist of thoughts, how about a major haul of changes? Maybe plastic surgery to be skinnier, to be prettier. Or maybe a brain transplant to be smarter, funnier?
It doesn't matter really.

I'm done.

Hugs,
Nora