Tread carefully…

One day. Twenty-four hours. I turned from wanting to interact with others to bonafide afraid for my life. Tears are streaming down my cheeks. Stinging nettles in my eyes. I can barely see to type…

Be wary of strangers. What you reveal in the throes of intensity. A passionate heart reels you in. Anger and cursing and wanting sex… glad i did not betray my privacy. Give out my number.

Feeling threatened by another blogger. I only want to write. Be friends. Explore the universe. So, please, don’t invite me into your hell to abuse me with cursing tirades. Your intention to destroy me should be shelved.

I won’t be contacting you even when my nature is to offer forgiveness and understanding. I do not trust a raging tiger with my life. My soul. Gladly i will go.

(You can contact me if you have remorse. I will accept an apology. Nothing more.)

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      • I no longer have the energy or desire to deal it anymore. Four times in four years is way too much.

        • So… bad vibes happened to you too? Honestly, we r both messed up. Probably me more… regardless not the way to treat someone or make friends. R we understanding each other?

          • A step too close for my taste. And Iโ€™m not digging the hostility shown toward others. Others they do not even know.

            • Lesson learned on my part. Crazy for sure… i am quite naive. I dont want to shut people out… i have been secluded far too long. Loneliness trips you up. You cannot see clearly or function socially… explains a lot about me. ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜‚โค๏ธ๐Ÿ•Š

              • I never do either, Jeanne. However, when my sense of security is threatened- I will no longer dance.

              • I should say โ€˜comfortโ€™ – not security. Iโ€™m not one to take the second lightly at all. But Iโ€™ve allowed the first to be pushed too far in the past.

                • Stung once and once is lesson learned. Growing up over protected means you never properly learn how the world works. Passionate people are great when passion is controlled. Hurts… some how. Because i love people. โค๏ธ

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