It was so intensely written, and it took me hours to write, I'm so disappointed. I've gotten over it by now.
Do you know:
I love you all. I know it may not seem so, some of the things I may write to you, but all in all, I love everyone, and think that everyone in this world has potential. I have such an open mind and such forgiveness, it almost makes me naive. I know I'm a harsh little critter when I write on this website sometimes, but if you'd just stick with me and see where I'm heading, you'd find yourself in a web of too much care.
I love too much,
but I'm too invisible for it to be reciprocated.
I know what you'll all say. Oh, you're not invisible. Oh, I see you. Oh, I know what you mean.
But, no. I'm sorry, but you don't. You don't have any idea what it is to be invisible. You may think you're invisible, but have you ever been in a public bathroom trying to wash your hands, and all motion-sensor appliances don't even work for you, because they can't sense you're there? THAT is what invisible is, and that's how invisible I am. I'm not even kidding. My iPod touch only works half of the time, because it can't register my touch. It's like I'm not even here.