Surviving the Days ... and the Weeks and the Torment.


Words I write don't necessarily make sense to you... I don't expect them to, maybe I don't even want them to... The thoughts are written fragmented and incomplete! I do not write for any form of external validation.. What you read may not have the same meaning as what I write... But do not underestimate the personal significance of my words! An essential part of who I am is only evident in my writing... It had been locked away after it was used against me... Everything you need, in order to hurt me, is right here!

Friday, October 21, 2005

You Know?

I just finished writing quite a long email

I email the same way I blog, without editing

The problem with that is I read it after it's sent

Typos and general english mistakes don't bother me

Sounding like a rambling and bumbling fool doesn't either

But I just read this email back and feel like shit now

I hope the recipient doesn't think I'm as selfish as I feel

I don't think I'm usually self-centred or selfish (not often anyway)

Although it was suggested I write the email for a reason

I was reluctant, until I started and my fingers took over

Now I just feel like a self-serving pain in the arse, sorry babe!

xxx

Posted by Ted at 9:42 am

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