Together Again

I guess I just don't understand, really, what kind of response I'm supposed to be giving. Basically: I'm mapping out the specific cadence of my heart, trying to forge new ways to communicate and build up my own little tiny dialect. But I'm Not Asking You To Speak It With Me I'm Only Asking You To Hear It. I don't need this! I constantly feel as if I'm being asked to provide a structure for understanding everyone else. I feel frustrated. Again, it's like I have no time to myself.

This morning I have plenty of time, I guess. To fume. And fumer.
Taking a shower and listening to Janet Jackson until I start to feel better.

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