Bittersweet Pangs

I love my friends. Been lucky enough to have some pretty solid ones over the years. Had some rough patches now and then with the best of them, but in the end it all plays out well and I can't complain. So when a couple of them succeed where I fear I have failed, I'm am torn between my hapiness for them and my disappointment in myself. Heading home from work now. Scared of what I might not find in my mailbox.

It thickens the skin though. I'm probably gonna need that one day. Starting with this evening, it seems.