Carolyn Barek

Thought I'd share some of the things that go through my head sometimes (it gets sad in there somedays):

People probably think I’m bitter. Maybe they’re right. Maybe I’m gonna be one of those old (how you say?) sphinsters. You know a single librarian taking my frustrations out on the unsuspecting kids with late books. Living, then dying...Old, poor, bitter and lonely.
Lonely, that’s the thing I fear the most. I don’t want to be alone my entire life. Of course I have my friends. Who doesn’t? But that is not the type of aloneness I’m referring to. You know it as well as I do. True I have some of the best friends anyone could ever ask for, but when I have to go to bed by myself night after night, it gets aggravating. I will probably never know the feeling of having that special guy holding me as I doze off and waking up with him smiling. Neither of us concerned with anything else. I fear I am destined to remain alone.