A few of the issues that are on my mind are real things, while some are just me being a crazy woman. My name, which has been mine for nearly half my lifetime, will no longer belong to me soon. I have not been called a Jackson in forever, so I feel out of place. I feel out of place for other reasons too. I have said it before-- I feel like unclaimed baggage (see A bit of small talk). I wish I could put a sign on my front saying: Divorced. Four children. Wounded. Religious. Passionate about too many things. Please take care of me. Will love for love.
I doubt that anyone will ever actually see me because they will need to accept or look past a ginormous pile of stuff in order to really commit to taking me on for forever. (We won't even go into how he'll just have to embrace my blessed obsession with purple.)
Will anyone ever feel like my happiness is essential to his own? I am more than convinced it will take divine intervention.