I hate thinking that what a friend said may be true. That I am insignificant as compared or that nothings on par. It makes me want to cry scream kick and just fall into little itty bitty pieces. In lost of all dignity and I hopes that someone with bring super glue.

Well I know I am well abled to super glue myself, but it would be nice to know that someone will bother to sit beside my fragmented body and glue it back together. Someone being the person I want that someone to be. No some weird person of the face of the earth.

It scared me to death that melancholy was my default mode to your temporary absence. Yes I’m terribly scared even more. But not for reasons one may think.



It doesn’t help that I see normal people around me.
who can do things normally

Yes I admit I’m abnormal, and what consists in my life is abnormal
I’m usually fine with abnormal
But not this portion.
Normality for this would be something I crave.