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PoetryNEmotion My Words lie? I don't follow that at all. I realize my ankle is not a permanent injury. It still took away my entire summer, which is how I rejuvenate my sanity, my soul, to cleans myself through the summer, from all that winter shit I HATE. I didn't get that this summer. I had to sit here and if you've never had a damn broken foot or leg, and barely anyone to help you out, then you have no damn idea how I've been feeling.The whole getting outside thing, well, you don't know my situation on a day to day basis . It's too much work to hobble with crutches, safely, to take what I need with me, to get the dogs out...all that on my own, so I watch the world from my picture window pass me by. I actually DON'T keep in my frustrations (anger???) or feelings of despair, after all I am writing them HERE!!!! LMAO! I will never write anything in a journal again for anyone who knows me to read. Never. That is why I come here, again. Yes, my neighbor is kind, I DO invite her for coffee!!! But she's only coming over, just recently, because she is now without transportation & has nothing else to do. When she gets her truck running again, she'll be back to having her busy life like everybody else. I know that. I've expressed my appreciation and told her I've enjoyed her help and her company. So, yes, I feel like shit some days and yes I come here and vent, but seems you assume so much more about me that you don't even know. We've barely ever talked on a one on one basis, so really you have no idea the kind of person I am.
Generally, I am a pretty upbeat person, or I just keep a lot of stuff to myself, because basically, no one else really gives a hoot, but here you've said how I'm angry with other people, when I've not spoke one cross word with anybody at all. Very puzzling how you've painted me. Gee, maybe I can't vent here either. Perception...everyone's perceptions are so so different.