Plainsong
I just read AFP's letter to Robert Smith and it made me cry even more.. mostly because I saw myself in her letter... that need to belong, to be loved, and to be true to ourselves. I'm afraid that the person I pride myself in being is not easy to love and accept. People often tell you they love you and that they're there for you regardless, but where are you right now? Where are you when I need you to comfort me and support me? There is no one. Life happens though, and it's totally understandable... but it would be nice to have someone consider me for once. Perhaps this post is pathetic, but it's only thing around that is willing to let me post a fraction of what I feel right at this moment.