I never write this blog with the idea that anyone actually is listening but my computer. But I suppose that's how cyberspace works. You put it out there and it's there. This blog is that silent listener for me. It's my horrendously underpaid psychiatrist.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Maybe This Time (or maybe not... dang)


I've had this song stuck in my head a bit this afternoon. Oh, Liza.

Lately I've been wondering, why is it so hard for people to just be honest with each other? Why can't we just come out and say how we're feeling and what's going on? Why do we have to do the dance or play the games? It's been a bit hard lately to finally feel like I'm figuring out what I want and what I need, but that sometimes, you can't have what you decide you want. Am I too honest? Do I need to be holding my cards a bit more close? Maybe next time, I'll play the game.
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