What Is Wrong With Me?

Ack...this is totally embarrassing but here goes. When I was little, 5-years-old, there was a little patch of woods near my grandmother's house. I'd have to cut through those woods to get to her house from where I lived. I've always loved to sing, so I'd go through those woods singing my heart out. Each and every day I was heartbroken because...oh god, because no woodland creatures came out to hear me and no birds landed on my arms like they did in the Disney movies.  Growing up in an extremely abusive home, I just figured that no one really liked me.  Not even the birds and critters.  sad
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41-45, F
Aug 11, 2010