Monday, May 12, 2008 1:54:32 PM
I tell the world I don’t care, when I really do. I tell the world I don’t mind being alone, when really all I want is to be held. I am so used to the isolating side of my life that I am like a dry sponge when it comes to other young lesbian women.
Is a simple hug to much to ask? Is it wrong for me to want to be held? Why do I feel like something is lacking? Why am I no longer okay within myself? I hold my head high but I crack when I am alone and can let go—like right now.
The nurturing side of my being is so strong right now that I either need a child or a dog to care for. One thing I know is I need my own space and for some reason I suddenly feel like I don’t have my own space.

what do you think?