She asked me how I was doing

Not an easy question to answer. "How did I feel," I asked myself? I didn't really want to think about it, because I knew I wouldn't like the answer, but her question compelled me to do so. I thought for a short time and then answered. I feel wonderful, and I feel terrible. I am feeling happy, and sad. I have great hopes for my hopeless situation. I am so lonely, with all my friends helping me to fight off this lonely loneliness. Befriended by so many friendly friends. If you have friends, you have it all, but how deep can their friendship reach into me? Do they really know the me that I am? Do I even know that me deep down inside? I learn a little more every time I lose. Soon I will have accumulated enough knowledge to win this game of life. I patiently wait for my day to arrive. Written December 18th, 1996 © on Oct 18 2001 06:37 AM PST   0 • 10