Anyway...I felt I should update because I could...and with the few times I logged on in the last two or three days my last post in kinda taunting me. So, this may not be much, but at least it's new.


In Response to LoveI am not good at I love you. Those are three little words I cannot say unless they are first expressed by someone else. I could not say them before my mother went into brain surgery. I could not say them when my father nearly lost his life in a car accident. I cannot say them. I have somehow caged my expression of love in a box somewhere in my mind. It is small, and it is strong, and I hate myself for it sometimes.In Response to Love
Sometimes I think my childhood made me this way. When I think of my childhood I think of running and swimming and parks and playgrounds. I think of my imagination transforming the world from what it was to what I want
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