Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.
I suppose I'll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid.
I am myself. That is not enough.
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.