It was just one of those days...
Mar. 19th, 2006 05:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
veronica_marsIt feels like it’s been “one of those days” for months now – or years, if you’d like to be technical. I’ve got my dad, I’ve got Wallace, and I’ve got my health, and while I might be willing to concede that there are a lot of poor, deprived, people who are severely lacking in those three things, I’m really not above the “woe is me” spiel.
I miss Lilly. I miss – you know, I miss a lot of things. Innocence, virtue. The good old days when I neither knew nor cared how to change a flat tire, because if I ran over a nail or something, then Duncan – well, Duncan would call his parents who’d send their chauffeur. He wasn’t exactly getting his hands dirty, but he was my high-tech knight in shining armor – he still is, things are just different. Toned down. Fuzzy.
You can’t just lose everything and expect your life not to change. You have to bend, and adapt - I’ve done that. I guess everybody else has, too, which is what’s made life so damned difficult. Every day I wake up and go about my life and people I used to be friends with, well – they either treat me with disdain or false respect.
Things almost feel more plastic than they were when I was a pep squad princess. You have to learn to see through people, and that’s hard. Being fake is always hard – I wonder how Madison does it so flawlessly and continuously. It’s really quite impressive.
Anyway, it’s really hard to pick “one of those days.” When every day is one of those days, they all just start to blend.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Muse: Veronica Mars
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Word Count: 282
I miss Lilly. I miss – you know, I miss a lot of things. Innocence, virtue. The good old days when I neither knew nor cared how to change a flat tire, because if I ran over a nail or something, then Duncan – well, Duncan would call his parents who’d send their chauffeur. He wasn’t exactly getting his hands dirty, but he was my high-tech knight in shining armor – he still is, things are just different. Toned down. Fuzzy.
You can’t just lose everything and expect your life not to change. You have to bend, and adapt - I’ve done that. I guess everybody else has, too, which is what’s made life so damned difficult. Every day I wake up and go about my life and people I used to be friends with, well – they either treat me with disdain or false respect.
Things almost feel more plastic than they were when I was a pep squad princess. You have to learn to see through people, and that’s hard. Being fake is always hard – I wonder how Madison does it so flawlessly and continuously. It’s really quite impressive.
Anyway, it’s really hard to pick “one of those days.” When every day is one of those days, they all just start to blend.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Muse: Veronica Mars
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Word Count: 282
