leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- shhhhhhhhh It was only a little thing really. I could've sat still and continued looking at the ads and eating my pie. Instead I slid the plate away and swung myself off the bench and out the door. Stopping only to kiss the dog goodbye and tell her how sorry I am. I could've stayed if I could tune them out. Tune anything out. But I can't. Not for lack of trying. I sometimes feel as if I'm living life without my skin. Like others have a protective layer that I'm missing. So I'm standing in line, or answering the phone, or listening to your excuses, or trying not to hear them bicker...and I'm raw. Nothing but nerve endings. And everything hurts. I know my leaving wounded them, but I couldn't sit there bleeding at the kitchen table because they don't get one another's jokes. It's just too much. But you can't very well wander about asking people to whisper. 9:05 a.m. - May 27, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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