Back among the living
I have been reading the printed version of those LJs of interest ... at least those that I have been given. Last night I found that I had missed several ... or perhaps read them in the haze of the fogs that come and go. I realize that it is possible to really hate someone that you have never met (may her life go to hell in that damn hand basket old people always talk about)...and I cried for a friend whom I love. And my heart ached for his pain and for another friend's struggle to mold herself into twists and shapes that are so unnatural to her. i want to hug her and tell her not to fight with her nature and her struggles won't seem as overwhelming nor her despair so deep.
But, I can't, can I? I've messed my own business up well enough. I believe I am no longer welcome.
Please, LJ people ..stop nagging me about interests and such. It is easier to say what I am uninterested in... stupidity--doesn't matter the form.