i worry that people don't respect me (or themselves) nearly as much as i would hope they did. it's baffling, to say the least. respect me and my home.

i also find that everything comes full circle and that being home means running into people or running from people, particularly those you thought would never find you. i thought you would never find me, that i hid so well, and yet, you managed to do it. now i can't figure out how to hide again and protect myself. i don't know how to respond to all these messages, a day after you manage to contact me. i fight with myself and think i should tell her, that i owe it to her after the past and the things that i did. i hope she finds this and puts two and two together. i can't speak to you.

the offer stood a few years ago. you can't expect to come back and become comfortable. it's not there.