sometimes the fear of my pain is so large and loud I feel very small in it and fear I will literally be swallowed up in it and have to live like this or worse, for the rest of my life. I tell no one in my real life about this fear...
sometimes I say the wrong thing. If what I said hurts someone, I am devastated. It physically pains me if I hurt someone...
I love pop beads and wish to god I had a whole bunch of them. I would wear them often...
I have forgotten what it is like to kiss. This is a good thing. I dont expect it to last forever but it needed to happen so I could have a bank slate...
the longer I am single, the less lonely I am. And the less lonely I am, the more consideration i am giving to dating again.
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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