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Writer's Block

This is the first time in ages I can't think of anything to write.  My mind is miles away and getting further.  I'm thinking about the future.  I'm hoping Friday morning I'll awake in a familiar place, looking at someone I care about it.  I'm looking forward to seeing my kids at Quaker Ridge School in a few weeks.  I'm looking forward to seeing my father and grandmother again really soon. I'm hoping that months from now I'm in a happier place and one which shows hope for the future.  I'm hoping I won't be facing it alone, as I have so many times before.  I'm looking forward to the next job I have and hoping it fills a void that is killing me right now. 

I can't think of anything witty or serious to say.  I talk too much about my personal life and it isn't fair to others.  In many ways, it isn't fair to me.  I let so many people in and so many people don't care about the real me.  I'm the funny one, the loud one and the opinionated one.  Everyone knows that me.  I'm also the tender one, the compassionate one and the scared one.  Only a few know that me.

I was mocked recently for saying I wasn't good with words.  The person laughed and said "that is exactly what you are good at."  Today however, I don't have a million thoughts or words.  I have one thought and I'm keeping it to myself. 

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