A minor hiccup can ruin your whole day (MAY TRIGGER!)
crisispoint
Registrant
A pretty good day today, until I started listening to music on the radio. Which is usually a good scape for me (that and the news, as long as it doesn't have any stories about abuse, but I digress). I've been overly sensitive to the Bruce Springsteen song, "Streets of Philadelphia," mostly because the lyrics sound a lot like my sometimes sad life. Not because I have AIDS, I don't, but the whole chord of isolation and lonliness hits hard for me.
So here I am, driving down the road, crying my fool head off when they finally get to the lyrics, "ain't not one gonna miss me./It's just you and me, my friend./And my clothes don't fit me no more." Anyone who doesn't feel that pain has no heart when they get to it.
*sigh*
I said it in the title, a little hiccup CAN ruin your day. My greatest fear is to leave this world and have no one care. It isn't true, but sometimes I just feel that frigging lonely. Truly, I can feel very isolated.
It passes, though.
Love,
Scot
So here I am, driving down the road, crying my fool head off when they finally get to the lyrics, "ain't not one gonna miss me./It's just you and me, my friend./And my clothes don't fit me no more." Anyone who doesn't feel that pain has no heart when they get to it.
*sigh*
I said it in the title, a little hiccup CAN ruin your day. My greatest fear is to leave this world and have no one care. It isn't true, but sometimes I just feel that frigging lonely. Truly, I can feel very isolated.
It passes, though.
Love,
Scot