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We walk as they walked. Amore, more, ore, re A questioning time Devastated. Surmise
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Help...
Sometimes, my knee won't bear my weight, and I need someone to help me walk. No one is there. I feel completely abandoned. I just want twenty minutes. That'd make me happy. A single block of time where I can sit and talk to someone. About anything. Or just something. I don't want to hear about the latest cool thing you've done in a game no one plays. I don't need to be told that "it happens." I don't want to just hear the same litany of things over and over again, as you define yourself with these disgusting anchors of this book or that show.
I want to be cared for, not used as a scratching post or a safety blanket. When did these people replace my friends? Why didn't I notice?
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