i write yet again for every white woman who has been abused in interacial relationships in my life not only have other women influenced and comanded the actions of these men who did this to me, but they have had the nerve to to demand an apology for me pointing it out, and with the fact of how terribly iv been treated that gave me the sense that they didnt look at me as a woman or a person but an object who had no choice and deserved mistreatment........ladies in my life iv found that people who carry the most guilt are always the ones asking for an apology and searching for an excuse is a sighn of weakness with perfect love vivian77
I'm feeling very alone. But all my friends at school don't seem to see that a new kid who's a senior might be feeling like he doesn't belong. At my old school it was different. I could hug all my friends, and feel the comfort of friendship physically. But at my new school, it's too hard, and all the wrong people want my hug. Maybe I'm just too focused on myself. How do I lose myself in service to others? How to I be happy by making you happy?
Wrote this after staring at the painting I created one night and is now being used on this site for my profile pic. Still, I have enjoyed hearing from others that have viewed my painting, what they "get" from it... It means a lot to know my art touches more than just I. Thanks for reading.
