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No further questions, your honor

Tonight's the end of my social streak, although my only real break is tomorrow night. It's been a great week, yet I'm also reminded why I often keep to myself. People are tough, even when I love them. They don't listen. They don't think. They need a lot, even in the little things. I dream of a day without questions, a single day when I am not asked to constantly respond when I am with people.

It's strange to read a friend's writing and hear myself, knowing our stories are so very different from one another. I just want to be, too. It doesn't seem like such a crazy thing to want, but maybe people just don't know how to give that or I don't know how to ask.

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I miss you noodle.