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"For my friends..."
sticks 1165 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Politically Incorrect Guest"
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09-02-03, 03:56 PM (EST)
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"For my friends..." |
This isn't an entry for the story competition, but I don't have any other medium of expressing what I've been trying to say for awhile. I don't even know if this is a poem or story or what, it is really just stream of consciousness with a few edits. I've been going through I hard time the past six months or so, and I want to express my sincere gratitude to everyone who has been there for me.Anyway, you can all ignore this. I just wanted to get it out. I think I've seen the bottom. I know I've seen more than I ever wanted to. I've seen twenty pounds come off my slender frame. I've seen the bottom of way too many empty bottles. I've seen too many unfamiliar faces in the morning. The days, weeks, and the entire summer have been a blur.
You wouldn't have known it. Other than my skeletal figure that is. I had just bought a house. I have a good job. I could lie through my teeth right to your face that everything was fine. But you all saw right through that. You wouldn't let me be alone. No matter how hard I tried to hide from you; you always found me and scooped me up off the floor. I was pushing you away with all my might, but you were stronger than I ever was. You withstood my reign of terror until I finally crumpled. I found myself stripped of all that I thought was right with me. You told me I was what was right with me. I tried to build myself a shell, you helped me rebuild my family. How many people have someone they can call at four in the morning and never be judged? I finally saw that I could trust you with my heart all along, and I wouldn't get hurt. When you've known people as long as we have the bonds are not easy to break even though I thought they would be. I lost touch with the goodness of people and the goodness in myself. I found both of those in all of you. Thank you. Thank you for holding me while I cried. Thank you for listening. Thank you for the flowers. Thank you for coming back in my life when I needed you most. I can't believe I have true friends. I don't deserve them. So Michael, Lisa, Katherine, Emily, Molly, Travis, Chris, Amy, B., JB, Lauren -- you are the best friends anyone could ask for. I love you all. Dammit, I'm crying now. Deep breaths and hit post
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Silvergirl1 8694 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Playboy Centerfold"
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09-03-03, 00:58 AM (EST)
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I am crying now, too. Thanks for sharing. I hope things are really looking up for you now. {{{HUGS}}} Silvergirl
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