I can't remember the last time she's called me that. She first called me the indearment when i called her after my counceling.
I'm drained now... i was fine, i was happy, i felt relieved, but then angry, and sad. Sad for my brother. Mad at my neighbor.
Sad for myself.
Many things still need to be explored. I had my neclace wrapped in my fingers like a rosemary, making Him comment on religion.
No religion, no beliefs like that.
He told me about His first impressions, open, but underlying fear.
I wasn't scared, nervous, not scared.
I need to stop thinking, stop analizing.
But it doesn't help w/ loud social-ness. I just want to be alone now....
chez