I am entering a phase of cultivation, symbolized by putting down the clippers for as long as I can. Watch as my hair and I grow.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Such intense sadness, rage, frustration, fear. The worst of my life. Until I die, I can and will survive anything . . . I've done it for this long. But this pain, this pain. This immense pain, this feeling of having been wronged, and having a false story floating around out there and no chance to defend myself, and having people who told me they loved me and were my friends not even acknowledge this. The biggest hurt I've ever known. How will I ever open up in this way again?