Something new or same old same old

I'm running out of ideas.  It's hard to keep reaching out when there isn't a welcoming feeling or reaching back in return.  Lying in silence is not my style.  Affection is a big part of who I am.    Teaching myself to stifle that and put it under glass is a skill that I will resist.  If I learn that skill, it may just be too late. I am warm, I am alive, I need to be treated that way.