This Is Me Maria

I think I need reading glasses, the typed word is becoming increasingly difficult to read. Probably has something to do with my thinning retina.

When I was young I would hate how people in movies could never bring themselves to say the words they really wanted to say.

I find myself in that precarious situation more and more these days. The words just sit there like a cement block on my tongue, daring me to budge them over the cliff of my tongue and onto my lips.

More than that, the people I want to say some very important (to me) things to - are no where to be found when I want to say the things I have to say. This is my own fault of course since I have not sought these people out. They have no clue that I need to pour out my soul to them.

Then there are people whose attention I have managed to grab and less than a quarter of the way through what I am saying, it becomes obvious that they either don’t care or don’t get it.

I feel like one of those dark little emo girls who feels like no one in the world understands her.

Someone once said to me (after reading my blog) “I think you are depressed”. No shit! I say so right on my About page.