I'm not a people-person. I am not friendly. :))

me..

Basically, though, i was a dreamer. beyond other peopLe's incomprehensibLe behavior and my own vuLnerabiLity, beyond the discouragement, the seLf-doubts, soared a dream which admittedLy was seLdom reaLized, a dream that things couLd change. And being a dreamer, my dream died hard. My emotions had not fully recovered and my mind still wandered across to the other side of the camp,wonderin what was happening in the shack by the raiLroad tracks. And then I smiLed. I wasnt happy but I was resigned. It was a grim visit and i wished i had never gone. But there were not many disasters. Just Like a kid, with a bit of extra cuddling and reassurance, I wouLd usually try again. I was a dreamer. But my dream was a very expensive one. For all of us.