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Mar. 8th, 2004 01:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deliriumcrowNot that there are no other fish in the ocean upon whom I can sling my hook, but who can be like my dear Betsy that loves me with such generosity of heart? I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation and which only your's can do. I love you not only because of beauty but for your sense of decency, delicacy, kindness and other complementary qualities. I can't help doting on you. Therefore all my gestures of love towards you come straight from the bottom of my heart,
It was dusk when he came to the Ferry.
in the house. . . .
This one again, in the junk email. And tonight, I really needed to read that, for some reason.
It's hard, trying to re-intigrate parts of oneself that had been severed because they caused such pain. Because no one else believed in them, so they were relegated to the same pile as the insanities, whether useful or no. Because they seemed to serve no practical purpose. So they were cast off, unloved an unwanted because they...scared people? What did those parts ever do to deserve such treatment? Why have I let myself punish the rest of myself like this, for other people's disbelief? This is not love or respect, but fear.
It was dusk when he came to the Ferry.
in the house. . . .
This one again, in the junk email. And tonight, I really needed to read that, for some reason.
It's hard, trying to re-intigrate parts of oneself that had been severed because they caused such pain. Because no one else believed in them, so they were relegated to the same pile as the insanities, whether useful or no. Because they seemed to serve no practical purpose. So they were cast off, unloved an unwanted because they...scared people? What did those parts ever do to deserve such treatment? Why have I let myself punish the rest of myself like this, for other people's disbelief? This is not love or respect, but fear.
