*sigh*

Enough time has passed that I think I can mention this without getting all melodramatic. I acted on the dream I had - for once, put myself on the line (which was new and refreshing, but still) -- and got hurt. I am hurt.

It's going to suck for a while, I'm sure, but I don't regret making myself vulnerable like that. I think I've masked myself for too long now. And, twisted as it may seem, it's nice to know that I can be sad. Plus, it wasn't just the one incident because getting hurt has moved me to reach out to my friends. I'm sharing my feelings. Whodathunkit?

Maybe the "aloof, unavailable ice queen" is thawing out. :) So long as I don't turn into a chronic sob-story, that's all I'm asking.