6th
so i get to
reconnect, kind of, with people through facebook. it’s strange. i see these pictures of people i always wanted to be liked by-i have always wanted to be liked by everyone-and all i can think about is how different we were and are; i will always be a black cloud to them, and they will always be the people whose respect and approbation i craved. it’s true. remember that, internets, dh, needs you to love him. it’s the difference that has always gnawed on me, knowing that i have a background that would make most people crumble, but i’m alive, because that’s what keeps me separate from you, all you normals out there. accept me, dammit. anyway. i find it easiest to realate to people who have survived wars, or economic catastophe, or something because we’re in the same place. we’ve seen the other side and we are OK. we’re not afraid of each other, the way all the nice people on facebook were and are still afraid of me.
