Friday, March 24, 2006

... and my skinny jeans.

She said, "I think that I am sad, down, happy, depressed, confident all rolled into one. How can I be all of those things?"
She said, "I miss warm weather, the way things use to be and my skinny jeans."
She said, "I'm scared of being alone, living in poverty, what people say about me as a person, and that he will hate me."
She said, "I look forward to the day I can sleep in, a night where I can sleep peacefully and all
night without the assistance of drugs, I look forward to a vacation.
She said, "I need help"

I said, "We ALL feel those things. I feel those things... and at the same time too."
I said, "I despise the cold, it's depressing."
I said, "I miss MY bed. And I miss my skinny jeans too! Winter sucks!"
I said, "While I'm not afraid of being alone... I AM afraid of other things... Poverty? yeah, a little... What people say? NO WAY... I know what you think about me. I know what my true friends think about me... no one else matters."
I said, "You know, I don't think 'he' is capable of hating you or anyone else. Hatred requires passion."

I said, "Just maybe, when we get our acts together... maybe we will breathe the air of peace.
If anyone doesn't like the way we live, they can just stay the hell away."
I said, "You will never be alone. I promise you that. All you gotta do is grab hold

We WILL survive!

I love you.

1 comment:

Dawn said...

it's good to have friends to say those things to you. Good job, Peg :)