tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818188852383041387.post1564567543440103981..comments2023-10-03T04:15:31.249-05:00Comments on Doodling In My Mind: Who knows me?Darlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12729956708957293746noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818188852383041387.post-76453664106616234272007-02-21T10:21:00.000-06:002007-02-21T10:21:00.000-06:00i have never had a problem with showing my emotion...i have never had a problem with showing my emotions; good or bad. and while someties that is a good thing to be open and honest, sometimes i take brutal honesty a bit too far and it comes out rude and hurtful. <BR/>i talk to different people about difeerent things, depending on my relationship with them, the problem or joy at hand and how it would relate to that individual. but unlike jackie who talks to God about all things, i think i don't talk to him about my things enough.<BR/>great blog!jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10458851902701358199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818188852383041387.post-70543984045855145872007-02-17T17:45:00.000-06:002007-02-17T17:45:00.000-06:00Man do I know that lump! - - personally. I HATE t...Man do I know that lump! - - personally. I HATE that thing. And the tears that sting their way out. Like lemon juice on a cut. If I cry in front of anyone, it's a big deal. I am no good at it. that's good and bad.<BR/><BR/>Who do I talk to? Just God. And I wish that wasn't the only One who could really handle me. I can't strip myself down. I hate my body - and yes, that's a metaphor.Jackiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15190327253404830339noreply@blogger.com