Thinking in the Attic

A blank canvas

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Busy

The father of my daughter will be here next Saturday, but I go out on Saturdays, have better things to do than to make polite conversation with him. I always feel he condescends to me, I always feel such a frump. She always looks so well-dressed, her hair is always just right.I am a great believer in that what really matters is what is inside you, and I cling to that. My outside may be worn but my insides sparkle.

I gain a great deal of joy from life, I laugh often, and I am surrounded by love and when it comes down to it, that is what matters.

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