When I was a teenager and had formed a strong bond with a large group of people, I was reassured as I had been for years that I was always going to be surrounded by these freinds, that I would be the last to let go. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I'd become the introverted loner I am, and would struggle to keep up with the few freinds I have. I'd like to change, and become someone who can put on an oversized baseball cap and some skinny jeans, and go out into fluid groups of competitive comfort and over achievement. But then I think I'd think I'd have to love less passionately because I wouldn't be able to handle the pressure. And I'm not willing to compromise about that.

I'm working on;
Gender roles/ideals
submission
odd women and their men
poetry
prose

I am also;
moving out
looking for employment
losing my mind
putting out a zine with Hannah and Hamish

I hope for good things in the future. I hope to escape this town again and find a better place to rest. I hope to take the people I love with me. I hope to have people to love in the future. I hope to not lose any more. I hope to win.