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By mystyblu1
Sitting in my house, alone again, which for me is the norm, I'm probably the only person to be rejected sexually by both men and women. Went to see my mom, she had surgery, worked 24/7 taking care of her, suppressed all my emotions, refused to feel, terrified of her not being here. Now she's better and I have returned, to my life, it is as bad as ever, I know it can be better but, the only man I want only likes thin women, I don't meet that qualification. If I did, well it would go like this, I'd arrange to run into him, look up into his gorgeaus eyes, smile my sexiest smile, he would laugh, his curly hair shaking in the wind, put his arm around me and we would drift off into the sunset. Nice thoughts, usually it's enough to keep me going, but not anymore, read where a fan of his just lost her soul mate in an accident, makes you wonder about why things happen. All I have ever wanted is to be loved, by a good man. I see him on tv, look at his picture in the magazines, dream about what our life could be, and know that it never will. Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 10:37 AM PST 0 • 1
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