Originally Posted: Thursday, April 2, 2009
I'm enveloped in a sort of peaceful sadness. The weather is gloomy with beautiful dark skies, lightning, thunder, wind, and that general air that reminds me of some spot in my early life where I felt the same way. People find happiness in familiarity. That's why it is sometimes strange to observe an abused person stay abused or a miserable person remain miserable. They know they can stop what's going on, but the security they find in familiarity brings sanity to the situation. The person is better off if they can separate; it's the separation that kills.
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