While once again having my 14 year old feelings hurt. At. .46, my claws came out and I do what I do. Shut down.
I was thinking of a book I read a long time ago. It came to mind. ... I make me happy. No one else can.
In this book everyone had a "word" . I wondered. . What word would Houston have? What is mine? Hairdresser, momma ,friend, daughter, care taker? I want a word. I always saw it as passionate. Now I'm not sure.
A person I greatly respected made me cry tonight,due to what I consider important. I allowed this. My fault. His loss.
What is my word? What is Houston's? Thoughts?
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