Word's are flowing out. . .

I’m lusting after a man’s mind, while my physically hot boyfriend sleeps in my room.

The holidays are about having hope that there is good in the world. What if there is no sense in hoping?

I talked to my ex today. I told him about what was going on in my life. I cried, for the first time in a long time…probably the first time since I cried over him. I want that kind of love again where a person knows every single little thing about you. He has someone already…and I’m all alone. I don’t want to be a sex object anymore. I want to be me. Quirky, quite, intelligent in an off-putting way, but sexual me. I am alone in a world I can’t even grasp.