June 17, 2007
Not resentful or comparing what I get with what they get to confirm they don't love me as much as they love everyone else. The teenager, the pouty, sullen creature that has been my shadow for so many years - including when I actually was one - is finally retreating to whatever cave these dark beasties find to hide in. Cave dwellers, black dogs and smoldering discontent. Some kind of wraiths that live within some of us, that have put on the appearance of flesh, the pink health of a real person. Tonight that pink was me, was real.