It’s messy but it’s my life

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More than that though, think twice before you throw that look of contempt at a mother/father desperately trying to hold onto her son/daughter as they sit in the hospital, or even in the back of a police van. That parent is doing the best they can in a set of circumstances they never received a manual for. They love their kids, just as you love yours. They don’t understand their kids choices, but they still love them. Turn the situation on yourself before you call the parents bad.

Life is messy. I just wish it didn’t hurt so much.

Starting new … again … and again … and again … ∞

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Therefore I keep trying to reinvent myself. I keep trying to be more and I move from place to place, from thing to thing and I am never quite satisfied. “If only” are two of the loneliest words on the planet and carry so much regret and unhappiness. I try so hard not to have any regrets – still it seems as though my path is littered with small “if only’s” … little breadcrumbs leading to the witches’ house and the oven.

Not so new kid on the block

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I’ve been down this road many times before. I have handwritten diaries, soft copy diaries, blogs, and all sorts of fodder out there for all and sundry to read. Here I am again trying to make sense of a world that just doesn’t make sense to me on most days.

I am not sure what the point of this blog is, if there is actually a point and if I actually care. I have much I want to throw out there … So many topics … I hope you will stick around.