fix me

Sometimes it really feels like I don't fit anywhere. I wish it weren't true. I wish things felt as easy as I make them out to be. But they aren't. I stumbled across this the other day : http://www.hsperson.com I'll put it here for safekeeping. Because yes, it's obvious that this applies to me. Though what difference it makes I don't know. What I do know is this: Going on Facebook makes me physically ill. Truly. So does looking at the news. Forget speaking about it. I think it is why I am always touting peace and people talking calmly. It's because I can't do it any other way. I throw up - for real. I told my business partner that the day I shed a tear over our business that I had to be done. She's fabulous and had no part in it, - but I cannot deal with the stress. I always want to move away to another town, because no matter what, I assume that people think the worst of me, instead of looking for the good. I don't know how to fix it. I think I was meant to stay home and knit socks or something.