I’ve always used this space to think. To space out my thoughts in words and punctuation so that I can see past the tangle of screaming and have clarity.
The inside of my head has been too ugly lately. Too sad.
Too many emotions edging on despair.
I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of regrets. I’m tired of being inside my own head.
I’m going to post happy little things for a while.
Who invented the blow job?
Like, who wakes up one day and thinks “today, I will suck a dick”
So today at work, Karen stared at me long enough to make me paranoid before asking if I had a boyfriend. Apparently, I’m glowing. The work mothers approve.
I’ve quickly realized though that explaining Pat is going to be complicated. He’s not a boyfriend. He doesn’t want to date when we live 10 hours apart. I understand that. And to go from occasionally talking to exclusively dating in less than two months is insane and makes me panicky. I’d like some sort of assurance of… Something to make myself feel less vulnerable. But that’s my hang up.
He’s just a guy that’s occasionally around that I talk to a lot. That is more than friends with benefits since feelings are definitely involved Is there a name for that?
