I have no idea where this ‘gift’ came from. I don’t practice Wicca, nor do I have any other particular religious belief. I was born this way. I grew up like this. It’s a normal thing to me. The majority of people I have anything to do with are dead--save for store clerks, and bank tellers, people like that.
That’s a simple summary of my life.
I don’t care if anyone believes me or not. I started this journal because I have no one to talk to about any of this. I figured it would relieve some anxiety to get things off my chest.
(photo by gladtobeout)
(photo by gladtobeout)
1 comment:
That's the good thing about blogs, they're cathartic. I have more angst than you can shake a stick at, and if it wasn't for my blogs, writing and artistic outlets I'd probably be sending a few people your way.
This so unique, so heartbreaking, so heartwarming. I've never believed 'that's it'. It doesn't enter my sphere of thinking and never will. Call it intuition, hunch, whatever. It's always been there, from a child. I just don't have your talents.
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