Originally written on March 20th. Time? I don’t exactly remember.
Who said married sex sucked? I don’t want to write a full blog on this, but I would like to just ask how many married couples have unsatisfying sex? Let me say that as I write this, I am dealing with the after sex tingle. You know the one. Where you’re pussy tingles and feels happily used and you have endorphins swimming through your system. Your limbs aren’t quite achy but their getting there and you feel like a sex god. Ahh, pure bliss.
Anywho… Tonight or more fitting last night I was finally able to write. I just wish it were for the stories I truly want to finish. But alas, beggars can’t be choosers.
And while I’m on the subject, or rather my mind is. I have a question that I would love some feed back on. Have any of you ever felt like you’ve lost yourselves? Like in a depressing way? Nothing really makes you happy and you don’t feel that spark for life. Now I know that this is depression, but I want to expand on it a bit. If you did lose yourself like that, how did you come back? Because currently I am starting out on a path to re-find myself and I don’t really know where to begin. Except for one thing, and that’s venting. But I always feel like a teenager bitching about how life isn’t fair. I knew life wasn’t fair from an early age, but I never quote worded it like that. And I really don’t know if here is the best place for it. But then again, why not?
Ahh, confusion, my old friend. Sort of comforting in its own way.
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