What is the point of having a lucky streak, when I can't make things easier for those around me? I would do anything, anything, to be able to help more, make their lives if not happier, at least easier. If there is one thing Oxford has taught me is that my happiness ultimately lies in being with those I love - and I have a few here - but it makes me wonder, why is it that I can't do more for them?
It's been a tough few days (and missing M, who's off skiing, is making me think too much, and worry too much), somehow, despite some happy happenings. I want nothing more than to make them reach their goals, no matter how big or small; M, my lovely Russian, RJ, the big Canadian, the other half of the river pikeys, Warwah, and Carmencita, they're all having such a hard time, and it is so undeserved. Is there really nothing I can do to make their lives easier?
This sounds so much like teenage angst, somehow, but it's just the result of many realisations of what I want my life to be right now. Is it too much to ask for my friends to hit their lucky streak too?