8/1/2003

I used to think that I was so different, such an oddity. I wondered why I had not experienced what you had, why I had not done the things you all had.

But then I woke up from that nightmare and found that others love me for my pure, fucked up self. My boys from work, who will kick back with me and a couple of beers and talk for a few hours. Mark, who doesn’t mind taking me to Urgent Care and thinks I’m beautiful when I smile. Val and Jen, who have talked me through some of the hardest times of my life and give the best advice. Amber and Beca and Lauren, who made the hellish times of this past year not so bad.

So go ahead, have your beautiful weepings and find your pity in the attention.

I do not need any pity.