So. I spend my spare time, which I have a lot of. Thinking of a lot of people, that I used to spend my spare time, talking to. More often than any other feeling, I am feeling unwanted and unnecessary. I don't mope, I don't complain, I don't dwell or embrace it. I feel it. It feels encompassing, and truthful. That being around me, or me being around ( Read more... )

What were you really, to me? Sunlight. Warming me deeper than anyone had dared dig their hands before. I never really had to work before. It was easy and even frivolous at times, to win people over, to breeze through trust and in to intimacy ( Read more... )

Where do you go to meet people? I work exclusively with five years olds and middle age women (and one very angry young women who I imagine would be akin to befriending a polar bear.) I can't hear my own thoughts in social destinations, so I either look sullen, bored or sociopathic and contemplative. When I talk to the family, I shine. I have ( Read more... )

Back into the inky depths of livejournal to put out the fires burning down my villages ( Read more... )

XXXX ( Read more... )

This is dead.
Come find me if you want me.
I may be in need of you.
I will be.

It feels pretty much like forever, since I did this ( Read more... )

Peel back the armor and cast aside the shield, and see the beating heart inside ( Read more... )

I can look up ( Read more... )

Sydni-Jo is two years and half years old ( Read more... )