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Monday, Nov. 17, 2003 - 3:58 a.m. Cost of the War in Iraq
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WARNING!!!! if you know me personally, you may read my diary, but if you do, you take the chance of hearing things you don't want to know, misunderstanding what I've written and being hurt by it. If you are unsure if it is ok to read, save yourself and me the grief and heartache, and ask first!!! Please note that this is a DIARY, ie my subjective feelings, hearsay, suppositions, and outpourings of ranting of the moment. It does not represent objective news, the whole of what I think of a topic or someone, or even a thought-out representation of any of the above. Keep that in mind. Thanks. * Here is a Diary Etiquette Read Me. Sometimes I want to travel alone sometimes people are nice to me and i just want to be alone. kind of like how i liked to be hungry when i was the saddest. it just seemed to fit. sometimes travelling alone walking down the street alone allows me just to be in me from my point of view seeing and being in the world. sometimes I want to be held but not by a stranger who doesnt know me I get tired of explaining and telling stories trying to make sense so they'll understand and the sympathy or empathy or maybe just pity will feel real. Or them saying they like me will feel real. And i wont feel the need to say how can you like me when you have no idea who i am. Sometimes I just want to be alone. Walking Or riding my bike my body strong Or waiting for a bus Reading a book in a bar, a cafe, a theater, a subway. Watching other people with lovers and family and friends. Sometimes that is better Than being lonely with people who are with you maybe trying to be caring but who take all the social space but none in your heart and your head. Or your real life. I miss having. a family. a friend. a lover. a partner. I am good to my pets. They are spoiled. Sometimes I want to travel alone. If I cannot be with the one I want. 0 People have left cute, callous or caring comments on the wench's wordiness!! Go to "notes" instead of comments ps, you'll need to email me for a username and password � previous meanderings - future past Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009 � |
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