but I'm still here!
And tomorrow will be better. When I meet my biological father for the very first time.
upon my face once more.
I was scared of hurting people.
But I started this and I should see it through, or I do not deserve the support I have received.
And I want to deserve it.
Because I want to keep it.
Just popping out for a cup of tea with my step-dad.
It's only been twenty years; nothing to worry about.
what's happened now.
Or maybe you will. It is me, after all.
the most bizarre month of my life!
Today, it is very scary, and very good.
After debating with anyone available as to why there is a and a and a but not a ;-( and having had perfectly acceptable responses (people don't wink when they are sad being the general theme), I would like to have a poem about it.
It is to be called "Semi-colon eyes and an open bracket mouth". Or similar.
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