i'm having those thoughts again.
it must be the winter.
those "who are my real parents" thoughts.
the cold always provokes them.
don't get me wrong, life could be a lot worse. i mean, i was adopted at birth, have two wonderful parents (and rest of family), and no real emotional scars attatched. so why care that my birth parents are still floating about in america somewhere?
at least that's what i tell myself, but it never satiates. i want to know, nee, i NEED to know. i don't think i'll ever really be able to fully love myself if i never truly know who i am, and where i came from.
this is my dilemma.
every fucking winter.
i can't believe i'm saying this, but i wish it would hurry up and get warm.
"december killed the best of me."
planesmistakenforstars, "the longest winter"
cheers kids.
sorry to be such a drag today......
it must be the winter.
those "who are my real parents" thoughts.
the cold always provokes them.
don't get me wrong, life could be a lot worse. i mean, i was adopted at birth, have two wonderful parents (and rest of family), and no real emotional scars attatched. so why care that my birth parents are still floating about in america somewhere?
at least that's what i tell myself, but it never satiates. i want to know, nee, i NEED to know. i don't think i'll ever really be able to fully love myself if i never truly know who i am, and where i came from.
this is my dilemma.
every fucking winter.
i can't believe i'm saying this, but i wish it would hurry up and get warm.
"december killed the best of me."
planesmistakenforstars, "the longest winter"
cheers kids.
sorry to be such a drag today......
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hazardstar2:
not only did you get cool points, you got the metal sign before i even saw the cool points comment. hell yeah...
hazardstar2:
...done, and done...