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Observations of a Quixotic Femme Noire
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Thursday, May 06, 2004
it's funny, to me at least, when puttiing pen to paper, how all the ideas fly away. almost as if these thoughts and memories want to be kept cherished in the mind of the one who has them.
this isn't my first day writing; it won't be my last either i suspect. this is thought y first day realizing how critical of myself and others I don't wish to be any longer. i know alot of my citicality stems from how i was raised. i had much responsibility and was hyper-criticized at the slightest error or perceived error. then the other side of that extreme is that when something "bad" was going to happen, i wasn't allowed to protect myself (hence a propensity i have of being very trusting and having to get "smashed" before realize i should run away from certain situations). being in pain most of the time dampens my spirits as well. watching and knowing my dude busts his bum all the time is painful to me. seeing him discouraged. i feel alot that i am worthless to my family. this is because i don't/can't do as much as i used to. i don't feel i'm pulling my weight. baris tells me all the time that homeschooling the kids (yes, both of them starting `moop's 2nd grade) and raising them as i am is more than enough. but i'm like stone and his encouragement doesn't seep through. his words are like a puddle, i sit in it, seeing and feeling but not soaking it in. holla@me
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