So the past couple weeks have been rather ravenously ravaging to both my body mind and soul. Thats when we retreat into ourselves and wish not to come out until we think it is safe. My family is a chaotic mess every time I turn around there is another person from my older sisters side of the family causing me enough stress to want to go insane. It seems to me that everyone has a black sheep in their family one with a poison touch in which everything they attempt to do or anyone they touch turns into a black cloud of stress and madness.
I for one get sucked into it every time. She is my sister what else am I supposed to do? The house I am working on I have to put on hold because there is not enough money coming in to continue working on it. And I really seriously want to write but I cant, nothing is coming when I know I have a multitude of good ideas brewing away inside me. It is kind of like being teased with a taste of ambrosia being just an inch of reach, and the gods continue to dangle it in front of you just for their sadistic pleasure…. I tell ya first off right here and now, it sucks big time.
Although I do have one friend who constantly picks me up and soothes the ass that lives in side. Sometimes I wonder if it is me she loves or just does it cause she loves my writing. But regardless she has been a godsend these past couple years. It was one of those situations where my curiosity got the better of me she had a writing site, we wrote, we talked then we clicked… Not romanticly ofcourse just a really good common ground with an amazing ability to feed one anothers ego in proficient fashion. So to you my dear, Thank you so much….
I sometimes wonder why you question the friendship that is offered to you freely and then I remember the way that some ‘friends’ have treated you. Your writing is something I do enjoy tremendously but if you never wrote another word it wouldn’t matter to me. Well ok it would and after I had kicked your ass around the world a few times I might actually forgive you for wasting your god given talent. But to be honest with you darlin you are my friend. The good, the bad, the indifference … all of it is just another thing to be dealt with.
You are someone that I can talk too, someone that I can count on to be there just to listen to my insanity. You deal with my moodiness with patience that I know you don’t have with other people and through it all you never ask for anything. You simply accept me for the person I am. Do you have any idea just how rare and precious a thing that is??
What kind of a person .. or friend would I be to you if I didn’t love you for the person that you are?? You are just as moody as I am, you have your good days and your bad but you should know by now that I am always there for you as you are for me.
Oh and … if the stuff you wrote wasn’t about me then I have just completely embarrassed myself and you can disregard everything I said before and know that I hate you
P muahahahaha!!!!