I'm proud of my sexuality. I embrace it. It's just another part of me.
I can't believe that I changed so little. I expected to look old and hollow and gray, but I guess it's only me on the inside that has shriveled and deteriorated.
I wouldn't intentionally hurt anyone in this whole world. I wouldn't hurt them physically or emotionally, how then can people so consistently do it to me? Even my parents treat me like I'm stupid and inferior and ever short. I guess I'll never measure up to anyone's expectations. I surely don't measure up to what I'd like to be.
Why is life so difficult? Why can't we be just ourselves and have everyone accept us the way we are?
They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!
My biggest mistake: not wanting to help myself into thinking I am happy, that change would come about without really trying to change, or wanting to change. Procrastinating about changing. I do want to change.
I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.
Time flies, though, huh? But I feel young. And do you know how I stay feeling young, ladies and gentlemen? I'll share my secret with you: I live in a senior citizen retirement community.
The essences of all religions speak of peace, compassion, justice and the interconnection of all life.
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
I am a painter with letters. I want to restore everything, mix everything up and say everything.