I held a writing group for the teens I work with. It actually went better then I thought. People actually participated. 6 girls stayed in the room the whole time. One who was in and out actually came back not screaming at me. In my world, that is a big fucking win. No one fought, no one cried and a few of the girls wrote some really great stuff. I do love that some girls were into writing...they were into being creative and expressing themselves.

Some days it is easy to stay in my loving with the girls...to see them as divine beings having a human experience...and to empathize with the incredible craziness that they have experienced. Some days, I want to scream and yell and make them listen. I know that part of that is me and my desire to be heard and liked...and part of that is the reactions they have learned to elicit from people.

I have so much more to say on this...but the truth is I am exhausted. I "should" be working on notes, but I worked almost 11 hours today and I just can't seem to bring myself to do it.

So for now I wish myself sweet dreams.