There's No Road Coming Back This Way...

THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me! Emily Dickinson

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Just a 30 something,divorced, disillusioned woman trying to find humanity in the big city.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Stuck

I don't know if it's the change in season, or the way the stars are lining up, but something's not right. What's worse is that I don't feel as though I can talk to anyone about it for fear of judgement. My thoughts and even a dream last night are not in the right place. I don't know what's causing of all it. Holding it all in is making it worse, and yet I don't have much choice. At least that's how I feel. So under the " If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all " clause. I must remain silent. It's really not that it's not nice, but it's really not right. So TTFN.

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