Last night I dreamed about someone that I’m not sure I know all that well. It was a very pleasant dream and I wished it were reality.
I sat on the roof of IFC for lunch today and just cried. I’m learning to grief for the childhood I never had, the teenage I never had, the parents I never had, the relationships that turned out to be based on a lie, the career dreams that went nowhere. Grief for the loss of my loved ones and my identity that went along with it. I would’ve happily traded all that for a normal life.
After work I went to a Dior party, my attempt at looking glamorous when I’m really just a corporate lawyer. Had dinner with my mom at home.