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Amour est Mort = Love is Death (in french).



For most this rings all too true. I'm talking about those of us that love so deeply, it's almost as though a part of us dies when we're apart from that person. . .

Ahh, to feel that again would be wonderful. . .

but, for now I guess I'll simply wonder around this vast world, and perhaps, someday I'll find my special someone, soulmate, whatever term applies.

I must admit, more often then not, I ponder that stupid old saying, 'there's someone out there for everyone,' to which I reply, "Oh really, then where is my someone?"

some might say/think I'm crazy for pouring my heart out like this. . . if only they could understand how difficult it is for me. . .

I'm not some skinny, rail thin model type woman. I'm a bbw, as some like to call women like me, and more often then not. I get stares, not of interest like 'oh, she's pretty/sexy,' more like, 'oh man she's fat,' or worse, the 'eww, she's creepy lookin', how dare she be out in public,' type stares. After many years of this type behavior from others'. I've learn'd to simply ignore it, though I must admit, there are those times when even doing that becomes a job in itself. . .

Well, if you've actually read through this whole entry. Thanx for taking the time to do so. that's very sweet of you, and please feel free to drop me a line, whenever you'd like.

~ ~ ~ > Sclera @~>, , ,

Why do others' care, why do they always stare?

As if they've never seen another person in their whole life?

What's the point in caring what othsers' think. what gives them the right to judge how others' should, or shouldn't look, and or act. what ever happen'd to our so called 'freedom'???



Why does society always seem to dictate, that if you dress/speak/or act a different way from other people, your pretty much a target for glares, stares, and all out deamed a 'freak', or worse. What gives them the right? just because we don't fallow the 'norm'. After all, we are all pretty much the same, apart from our clothing, and other such chioces. I guess after all these centuriesmost are still no better then those before them. Isn't it well past time there be a change. . . for the better?!