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your efforts are heard: savor it. living alone is a choice...there are empty parts a lack of other(s) I feel it often. I have become accustomed, oddly enough- to being solo. not anything that I had imagined for myself: an adaptation to rejection. successful, but not to my personality. it is part of who I am. I am stunned by expectations I hear about. I do not have these sorts of problems. this is part of my efforts of self care. there is a lot of leaking that goes on I have to bolster my own light within. the heart lives, by breaking over and over. I like to read about sensitive people who relate to their plants- how do they manage? I could have asked my family but they are dead as you know. I am happy to encourage generosity but there is no reason to cling to expectations I would rather make stuff or write to take care of animals and stuff. I would rather do this than chase people around to be my friend I guess I am getting old now- I would just sit and not say a word: what else can be said?
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
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your efforts are heard: savor it. living alone is a choice...there are empty parts a lack of other(s) I feel it often. I have become accustomed, oddly enough- to being solo. not anything that I had imagined for myself: an adaptation to rejection. successful, but not to my personality. it is part of who I am. I am stunned by expectations I hear about. I do not have these sorts of problems. this is part of my efforts of self care. there is a lot of leaking that goes on I have to bolster my own light within. the heart lives, by breaking over and over. I like to read about sensitive people who relate to their plants- how do they manage? I could have asked my family but they are dead as you know. I am happy to encourage generosity but there is no reason to cling to expectations I would rather make stuff or write to take care of animals and stuff. I would rather do this than chase people around to be my friend I guess I am getting old now- I would just sit and not say a word: what else can be said?
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
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