Guilty I guess. But I'm short on people that matter. I don't talk to my son about that stuff a lot, if we do it's about him, I matter to him. I'm his person. I don't have anybody, so I guess I tell everybody. I share here because people can skip it over. They don't have to look. But I still exist. I still got to tell someone. And damn do I appreciate the people who take a few seconds. It's a comfort to feel like I still exist in a busy, boundary filled world.

Edit: and I guess also, you guys do matter to me

Those who truly care already feel your heart. 🌻

That's a bingo

I just don't bother

If it doesn’t feel like you’re being heard…certainly.