And I feel like there's a person out there who will say "see, what a manipulative bastard he's being..crying about how hurt he is".
I fear becoming like my abuser, who did do that, crying publicly in front of people I really cared about, about something I never said as I stood stunned speechless.
Lydia Love wrote: gleeful and painful experience of being able to just say whatever the hell I feel to anyone. But it feels like maybe the hangar doors or closing. Like the words are drying up and may be gone soon. forever.
Lydia Love wrote:Don't you dare dry up, you sassy thing.
Lydia wrote:But it feels like maybe the hangar doors or closing. Like the words are drying up and may be gone soon. forever.
Guess who? wrote:Don't you fucken dare. I mean it. Don't make me pull this car over... er come over and kick yer ass!
And remember another wise thing you wrote:The world can only change one crazy, vulnerable, open, honest motherfucker at a time. We have to stick together.
Sometimes I think my eplaya name is like those doors. A construct around which people will form their opinions of me, like the doors to your hangar, limiting me in.
I even worry that people will look at the name and decide he's the yahoo who just wants to get drunk.
Lydia Love wrote:i'm stickin shit in-between the doors as fast as I can.
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