an open letter
Dear Broken People,
I am so sorry that you are sick/damaged/sad/angry/lost. Really I am. My heart goes out to you. I am writing to inform you that though I have been doing a lot of this lately, I not taking any new applicants for love and care taking of the broken and severely damaged. I am no longer taking in lost puppies or saving anyone or putting up with anyones bullshit just because they may be fucked up. I have the right to assert myself and my reality and to protect my sanity. I have the right to give while preserving some of myself. I have the right to demand respect and to voice my upset at injustices committed against me. I have the right to have my own emotions. There are a great many people that I am lavishing attention on at present, some broken, some sick, some sad, and they deserve my full attention right now. Because they deserve it. Because they've earned it. Because they've held me up when I have fallen once or twice.
The gate is now closed
Elvis has left the building
I am so sorry that you are sick/damaged/sad/angry/lost. Really I am. My heart goes out to you. I am writing to inform you that though I have been doing a lot of this lately, I not taking any new applicants for love and care taking of the broken and severely damaged. I am no longer taking in lost puppies or saving anyone or putting up with anyones bullshit just because they may be fucked up. I have the right to assert myself and my reality and to protect my sanity. I have the right to give while preserving some of myself. I have the right to demand respect and to voice my upset at injustices committed against me. I have the right to have my own emotions. There are a great many people that I am lavishing attention on at present, some broken, some sick, some sad, and they deserve my full attention right now. Because they deserve it. Because they've earned it. Because they've held me up when I have fallen once or twice.
The gate is now closed
Elvis has left the building