I feel so different.

If this had happened this time last year, I probably wouldn't have been able to cope.
I am not really sure if this is coping or not quite yet.
I'm not even sure I want to talk about it yet.
At this point in life now I just crave being near people.
Right now I have a wanting to meet someone that will proudly have a photo of me in their wallet =]
I lack the ability to become close to people, it's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't know how; it's almost as if I have nothing to offer, and maybe I don't - well didn't, but now I am not so sure. I hope that my confidence and sense of me will flow back into me.
I'm scared of weekdays.
There's a voided space in my bed and the imprint fits no one else
Anthony Elias Espinoza
June 2010
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