tender, not bruised

I try to keep the hysterics off this place and let the positive type my posts.

But it's a mix this time.


I am not old enough to be one bit wise, I am not young enough to be clueless either.

I am a dork with my sisters, and then a more-refined version of the same dork with friends (and on the internet I am just a mess of emotions and ships.) And I like all that about myself, maybe not enough to be full-out confident with everything that I am because I still have a truck load of other issues, along with mistakes and regrets I wish I could undo, but they all come and go.

And I guess I just want to say that I am glad me and my family, me and my sisters especially, are as close as we are. Some fight all the time, and some just ignore each other outright, and I think that is the worst of them all.

I am lucky, I really really am, to have the connections that I have, despite being so far from the actual people I have them with.

And I am no good with dealing with stuff like this, but for you of all, I am going to try my hardest. So no, apparently my tear-ducts aren't dead just yet. :')

(I don't think you read my blog but still: Thanks, babe, thanks a million times over and I still don't think it would be enough.)