Supposed to write letters, at least that’s what I keep telling myself. Letter to person A reads something like, “Sorry for not getting back to you, I rarely get online anymore, you’ve been in my thoughts too, sorry we missed each other, hope you are well, yadda yadda ya,” second one reads, “You too,” or possibly, “Wake up,” or “Write when you find some integrity.” Then there’s part of me that wants to write that letter to those people who were front and center in destroying aspects of my personality that have survived twenty years of hell…but then I think what would come of it but them not thinking they bore any responsibility, nah, I’m “too sensitive” and should had sought medical attention. Yes, I do agree a gunshot victim should go to the emergency room after being shot, no I do not agree with the assertion that the victim is responsible for pulling the trigger. That whole banana thing. I’ve written about it before so I won’t go on about it now.
Oh, a cat nap would be so welcome right now!
Fudge, I don’t know why I’m writing this on this machine, I’ve got MacJournal on my iPad and I much prefer using that on my iMac. Oh well, will write something later when I get home deeper somethinger after work and dog walk and what not. Goodbye and goodnight for now.
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