Monday, August 27

The Cheez Its Are Getting To Me

So here's the thing.

I have been brought up in a household where being proud of who I was would mean placing myself above several others, making it a shame, an unforgivable flaw. Extreme humility was the key to success. Anything other than self-degradation was vanity. This was my childhood.

I don't have to explain myself any further. Those who understand, my heart goes out to you unhindered and pure. To those who don't, a smile and the hope that you never have to feel what it's like to believe yourself inadequate for Life itself.

I miss Anna with a terrible passion.
Who's going to accept my tearful 3am phone-calls?