admission

i can admit, with a tiny touch of hesitancy, that i can tell when people don't care as much as i do. i can also admit i wish that they did.

i have the feelings typical to human beings, but a bit more thoughtful, careful, laced with intricacies. specific to certain people, behaviors, habits. the issue i come across, quite often, is this: i do not suffer, react, or mourn in the same way that most people do when i am presented with the things that they have been presented with. subsequently, these feelings of mine go unrecognized and uncomforted. i have learned to subsist, to deal with these feelings alone.

i can admit that sometimes, i wish i didn't have to.

typing that made me feel better. okay, i'm done for now.

love.