“Neglect” is, like so many English words, sonically bizarre.
Month: March 2003
Tempted to make a list of people who neglect me. Except… they wouldn’t notice… because they neglect me…
You’d think someone would at least say, hey, nice new outfit, or something.
Feeling, as always, terribly neglected.
I love someone to the degree that their internality, wittingly or no, makes itself present to me, and or to the extent that I am open to receiving the messages of their internality.
Otohime 