Oct 08, 2004 00:25
Singin’ Ring Around the Rosy
Pocket full of dreams and posies
Pattycake, the Baker’s Man
Tag - You’re it! and Kick the Can
Think I hear my mama calling
Gotta go, ...man I loved you so.
It frustrates me more than anything when you don't understand what I say.
I know you try.
But I get discouraged, because you never understand. You never see what I mean. You never seem to get it.
You come from such a different world, such a different way, such a different thought.
If I can't be with you, I promise it won't be over homeschooling children. It will be over feeling inadequate to even so much as open my mouth to speak when I'm around you.
You said I haven't given you any new revelations, I told you when you called that I wouldn't have any. That was my whole point. I'm figuring out why I don't want what I don't, or why I'm afraid of what I am. I'm processing.
There's a lot more I could say, but this is neither the place nor the media I'll let myself use.
in His love,
~Lisa