Off the nearly 800 entries in this blog, some ass decided to pick this personal one to make fun of.
Now do you see why I don’t post many personal entries?
Off the nearly 800 entries in this blog, some ass decided to pick this personal one to make fun of.
Now do you see why I don’t post many personal entries?
I can only assume that the cosmos knows best: every time my urge to call B — just to hear his voice — gets too much to bear, I pick up the phone… only to discover that whichever phone I happen to be [more...]
This is what it would look like if all the water on this planet was gathered up into one drop. And there isn’t any more being made, folks.
Sometimes I get worked up about things that a normal human being would have no qualms about. Tonight, it was ants. I went down to the kitchen and discovered that there were ants crawling on my counter, in the sink, and [more...]
First. My love life is a mirror of yours. My x and I broke up and made up 3 times before I finally moved away for my sanity’s sake. I would probably still take him back if he showed up on my doorstep even though I know that would be insane. So you see you’re not alone. I figure my obsession with my x is all about fear — fear that I will never land another man like him. Of course my logical self doesn’t want another one like him, but on it goes.
Second. KMAss has his(?) own issues and I hope you won’t let his problems become yours. I appreciate your honesty. I don’t feel so all alone when I can read stuff like yours. Keep it up.