I really really really want the person who slung the arrow to heal the wound.
I really really really want the person who
slung the arrow to heal the wound.
Yep. That is what I demand and it ain’t
never gonna happen. That is my core wound in a nutshell. I want the person who
flung the arrow to heal the wound. I want the mentally ill to get sane and
clear and say they are sorry and mean it and never do it again. I want the sex
abuser to change repent beg forgiveness and ask me what I need to mend. I want
the people who could not love or protect me to love and protect me and fucking
mean it man.
I cannot believe I am here again. I thought
this was all behind me. I worked through this stuff long and hard. I stopped
going to those people for anything. I stopped waiting. I fixed it all myself. I
stopped chasing unavailable guys. I have only great people in my life. I am
happy and free.
And then I get hormonal and my daughter does
something that a five year old might and I take it so personal and want her to
be an adult and fix it. FIX IT!!!! And then I go insane. And then I grow up and
remember. This stuff runs so fucking deep. URG!
now for something completely different, clean the palate...