Dear T,

It's hard to be me. How hard it is to be a certain way and have very little in the way of words to describe it all....how painful to try and share only to be rebuffed because you make so little in the way of sense. How lonely, T. How heartbreaking to think you've made a potential connection - only to see it twist into a belief that somehow you are trying to hurt someone else and that is in NO way your intention. To try to connect and then have it broken. To see all your hope washed down the drain in a blink of an eye. To be written off. To be labeled. To be told it's nothing at the end of it all.

That's what I mean. I think that is the reenactment in a nutshell. It gets played out both ways. I'm sorry.