I found a big collie like a wolf -- he was everything to me. I asked for him for years. I moved. I moved. I moved. I fell out of trees I climbed.
Men took advantage of me and some took me across the country. I hurt people and I didn't mean it but that's how self-destruction goes. There was a lot of cat hair. I looked at stars. Stars looked at me. My dad died. My dad's mom was hard to deal with but I think that's because I had to do her laundry and fold her large silk panties and she said I had a nose like a pig. It's time I got over that. I miss the relationship we never had. Eating disorder treatment center. And all the disorder before, after that. Running away with a con man sociopath. Writing saved my life. A high school English teacher said my story was filth, so I didn't writ another until ten years passed. I turned to playwriting and prop mastery. I made lots of mistakes. I fell in love with everyone. One for four years. We played house. Then it was too much. Then I found the one I'd loved for years and years.
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February 2019
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