losing_me Bizzar is what it felt like for me, every day, from in the closet. it is not living, standing in the doorway - cracking the door open, peaking out at the world that could be yours. uncertainty. doubts. guilt. but what will they think? will i lose them all? or will i just lose me? and now that the door has been ripped from the hinges and smashed against a wall, there is no closing it. i can't close the door on me anymore. and i think that means that i have to close the door on you. 220223 what's it to you? who go blather from