Just Misty

Happiness- something that I struggle with the meaning and stemming of, though it may not show in my bubbly, up-lifting, overly-positive and enthusiastic personality.  That IS who I AM, but I still have struggles, much like every single other human being in this world. Others turn to me because I am that listening ear, that shoulder to cry on, that feedback giving type of soul. I am good at it, I admit, I am great at listening and helping others deal with their problems.  Just this morning I talked my sister down from an overly anxious situation she was dealing with, took the whole drive to work, but she was happy and thankful at the end of it.  I do this, on the daily with my friends, family, etc.  But how do I deal with me?  I am not sure if I do, or if me helping others- helps me unconsciously help myself because I learn from them and their situations.  I tuck my feelings, longings, & sorrows away.  I don't think any of them are big enough that I need to portray them to the

I know the most tragic love story, and I hate that I know it so well.  It frustrates me, it makes me want to cry, it makes me angry, and it has NOTHING to do with me in regards to the fact that it is not my love story...but it involves me in other ways.  Not sure how that works, but it just does. Looking back over the already passed 1-year-'anniversary', there are quotations because this is not anywhere near a celebration, but it is here and it marked the 1 year of when I got a phone call.  A phone call that I didn't know to handle, nor did I realize the involvement it had in store for me.  I didn't even know what to expect out of it, but let me tell you it led me down a whole new path that I didn't know I would ever approach in the way I approached it and my life would be so different right now if this phone call had not happened. It came from my roommate-to-be, dating a guy in LA, who I was acquaintances with, and roommate had just graduated from school,