Septembers can apparently suck ass, too. Two years ago someone broke my heart. Last September I broke someone's heart. And now I get it back. Someone broke my heart. That is a lot of damn heartbreak. Sometimes I just don't know if the potential harm caused by letting someone in outweighs the possibility that it might be ok. I've been wishing I had just burned my fucking book.

My weekend was damn shitty. I'll touch on that some day way down the road. HOWEVER, I'm still moving along. I have plans tonight, studying tomorrow, and Sunday looks to be pretty good. I'm going to a brunch and getting something I've waited ages for. I'm reaching out like I've never done before. And I am NOT a reacher-outer. And I've had a couple amazing experiences sharing my orientation with people I never normally would have. So yay for that. I have a couple really good people locally that have my best interest at heart and an amazing array of women scattered hither and yon sending me light and love. Keeping my eye out for all of those silver linings.

Thank you to those wonderfully patient people that continue to let me cry on their shoulder and remind me that I am a strong and powerful woman.