people care about me

People do care about me. For all the times i hid in my hole. Lost in the world i built within myself. With walls of ice all around me, not letting anyone near. Except for one. Tis not healthy i know. And i am probably still childish in all my ways. Not letting go of things i should have done so so long ago.

Sigh. People care! Faye called to ask if i was okie after she read my blog.

My precious ger ger from poly days still care about me and asks about me and lends all his support and ears to me.

Break these walls around me. Its getting cold around here.