Life lessons seem to have a twist of irony

for so long I was what I would call shy. Never directly speKing out
with what I needed or wanted. Instead I took more of an aproach of, if
it is meant to be it will.

over the years, and through some instrumental people In my life,
slowly, I have learned to collect my thoughts and then how to express
those thoughts to the people with whom they involve..

it seems as thought life lessons, or at least this one is not
without some irony. The more courage and practice I got at it, the
less those thoughts and feelings seemed to matter to the people that i
shared them with.

So now, I move back to where I started, this time, I find myself no
longer sharing by choice, having the ability, but no longer the desire.

It's sad, but at the same time, it is ok. I know now that I am strong,
and that I will make it through anything. I just wish that it could
again be more than "making it through" I cannot trully complain, I
have experienced this, and I know many have not, but I still miss it

And with that, I think it is time for bed..

my side of the bed

tonight I realized that I sleep only on a certin side of the bed. and I realize its because that other side has not been "my side" its a symbol of the missing part of my life. just a random thought I guess, thought I would write it down.