after failed attempts to reach a compassionate ear, i settled upon my blog. i therefore apologize in advance for the emo.
One. i'm native. this damn holiday can have really bad implications for me. interna ish.
2 I'm a child of divorce. every holiday is the big "Who do you love more" war waged between imaginary foes that could never
win, even if they did keep score.
Presently. i'm calm. missing family or rather loved ones of new mexico...i love being with my siblings, but like split parents
, theses never anything toad done about the lack of time and inadequacy i feel towards my responsibilities of being a big sist
presently i'm tired. i'm confused as to which men in my life want me in their life and to what capacity, but i'm trying to
Give till sunday evening so, that I may fung-shai my room.
After that. we'll try the clean lines drawn in the ever sifting quick sand of our worlds
I miss the illusion of closeness. intimacy, clarity, simplicity.
all currents are great at the illusion. but i want the real deal and am ready to lose for it.