I’m really craving conversation with all the people I respect in my life but who don’t think of me–not out of disrespect, but because they don’t know me or focus on other aspects of their lives. It’s interesting to think of myself as a side player on the field, a minor character in the story.

At least I have myself and my own life. I’ve begun to construct one. Six years ill. And just now starting to live.

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