Hunter was gone just over a week. When he goes away, I just sit and watch TV in the kitchen and smoke. I don't even come up here to blog my day way. How weird is that? I do the necessary things, sure. And there's alot I
want to do but.....
Anyway-somehow while I was cleaning the
penthouse magazines uh...dust on the shelf under my nightstand, I found my old journals. Thought It would be fun to re-read them. Very enlightening! I can quit going to therapy and quit taking meds. Reason being; I have apparently been this way
MY WHOLE LIFE!!!! Yes, really. It is who I am and who I will always be. And it's ok.
Whew! Now I can quit trying to fix myself. What relief! "I'm accepted by the One who matters most."
everyone tugs at my clothing.
I will it to tear apart
each one left holding
a tiny ragged portion
of what would have been
a magnificent person
had I been left whole.
let them wonder
what terrible thing
they have done
uncreated me.
And so it goes here in Pleasantville. BTW. Who do I have to sleep around here with to get my spell-check to work?
