שפכי כמים ליבך

I am me. I have flaws. I own up to my mistakes. I know exactly what I like and want. Most of the time. When I don't, it's because I haven't taken the time to word it in my head.

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Location: Ramat Gan, Israel

I am a mystery!

Monday, January 10, 2005

Excerpt (from my journal)

8/1/05

...Why am I so lonely?
Why do I have to be so hungry for attention from guys?
I hate the neediness in me!
And I'm aware of the actions I do and the consequences to them but I do them anyway.
because my heart is bleeding and my soul is crying.
It's like fingers, clawing at my heart and insides.
And before the blood has time to stream,
the fingers claw again.
And again...
...What will be left of my heart when all this is over?
A hard, cold slab of iron?
Or...a heart that with each beat resonates depth, experience, strength...
everything I want to be.

2 Comments:

Blogger Lela Harbinger said...

it will be whatever you make it

1:07 AM  
Blogger Ernest Scribbler said...

be patient, little one. You are being made big by suffering. Don't hate yourself for going through what you need to in order to become you. Don't add self-hatred to the pain of being too sensitive for this world. Allow it space. It's ok to hurt. It's ok to be lonely. That doesn't mean it isn't infinitely hard and doesn't tax every drop of blood beyond endurance. But neediness is you. and loneliness is you. and burning desire is you. and you are beautiful for it.

10:03 AM  

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