Running Barefoot

Why does it feel like I am running barefoot in the dark? I have felt this way all my life. One of my favorite poems is Footprints (in the Sand). But instead of being with Jesus, and watching my life, it is I am alone on a beach at night during high tide. No moon, nor lamplight to guide me, just me and the beach and the tides. With the tide comes broken glass onto the shore. Written on each piece of glass is a name or event, and all my life I have been running on the beach trying to avoid the glass. Sometimes it nicks me, sometimes I get a deep cut. Sometimes I am able to avoid it all together, but always when I think that I have gotten past the glass shards, the tide washes in new glass, or needles, or other harmful waste. I guess I am thinking so much on it is because I thought of the piece of glass that cut the most... He cut so deep that my heart bleed so bad.

Funny But it Seems....

I just don't get it. I don't get why certain people still bother me. You would think that "Goodbye" actually would mean goodbye, not "well untill I next feel like writing." You know that was the nicest 2-3 weeks of peace I have gotten. I actually thought it would be a month. The only thing that really bothers me is that they think I am complimenting them by not calling them an asshole or fuck-nut. Try to be nice about things and the freaks take it as encouragement. I mean how do you even tell someone that you think they need real help without saying, "hey you fucking dip-shit get a shrink before the court commits you." My problem is that I am too nice. I know what you are saying that bitch has a nice streak? Sure do, right next to the bitch stripe!

Hapy New Year and all that good stuff

Well SSDD, that even applies to new years.. so more appropriate SSDY. New news, I am still single. No wedding band for me. I think maybe that is best. I am holding out the right guy. Actually I know who that is, the problem is him. He doesn't get it. Oh well, maybe in time. Then again how much time should I give him? Who knows. I know I am late with this one, but I have been BUSY!!!! I have no idea when I an going to have time to write more regularly. BTW, Mr. Man... Why are you still writing me? And reading my blogs? Why is it that the guy you do want stops paying attention to you and they guy that you wish would go away won't? This is one thing I just don't get. You like someone. They like you. They get scared of a relationship and run from you then some dip-wad runs up and professes undying love. And all you want is for him to die so you are in a dilemma. Now the one you are crazy about is in the Boston Marathon of No-committal, and you are like was it something I said. Actually it is...the words "I like you too."