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Posted by susan47 on December 31, 2007, at 18:28:28
he seemed so full of empathy, kindness, even a kind of love. And I think now perhaps that he wants to be that. That is what he thinks he is capable of, of loving his patients. He wants to be able to encompass and understand things so he can Help.
Help.
I was drowning then. I was more lovable. Lovable is on the verge of suicide. Lovable is someone you can help. Lovable is someone you can forget about, conveniently, and bring to mind when the time is right.
Hateful, now that's another thing. Hateful is someone who refuses to get well. Someone who lives on the edge, with Drugs, the illicit substance which makes a lie out of everything. Drugs make life a lie, but the lie is that it seems more real, more livable. And then it gets so that no matter how depressed you feel with the drug, you don't feel alive at all without it, so you now have a choice, live with the drug in sadness and despair or don't live at all and regret everything forever .. or maybe i needed a separate drug, another drug that kept me going, kept me feeling alive, and that was the drug of love, of feeling love for myself because for a while there, for a short while, everything I said made sense, then everything made no sense, it was nonsense to everything and everyone but the drug .. and then I became a fool, I was a fool and I am a fool and I still need Love.
F*ck you.
Posted by susan47 on January 1, 2008, at 12:51:31
In reply to Oh, God, I remember a time when, posted by susan47 on December 31, 2007, at 18:28:28
Did you hear me? Does anyone hear anyone else, ever? It's my own heart crying out to me, to Me. I'm so sorry, so very sorry I used you to carry the messages of my heart. If I'd known how much you would dislike me, the process, the never knowing when it would finally End, and How ...
I feel so bad.
I don't want to feel badly anymore, I want to feel good, and whole, I want the wholeness of my being to shine from my eyes.
Sh*t.
Posted by susan47 on April 27, 2008, at 18:41:44
In reply to Re: Oh, God, I remember a time when, posted by susan47 on January 1, 2008, at 12:51:31
Shine. Shine, shine eyes, please just shine. Shine with love, with Love, shine into the cosmic O. shine, and don't care, don't give a damn who, just Who thinks you're crazy or insane. You're just love. Love is never crazy, never insane. Love is purity and wholeness of thought, wholeness of spirit, knowing and understanding that life's meaning is just so much simple love, at the core of it. That is all there ever was, is, or will be. To tap into that love is the essence of humanity's highest goal.
Think of this.
Think of this.
Think of this.
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