"Is he on yet?"
Stuck between more than two places. Physical, mental, wishful and past places are everywhere, scattered around me like the beads from a broken heirloom. Torn between a desire to blog dissatisfaction out and keep it quiet until it goes away. As if.
Once again I am so close to start writing my long overdue novel, but we all know it won't happen because I have too many videogames to start (and not finish) and because the things I'm feeling now will be smothered to a deep sleep as soon I'll get home from work today. I'd start sex work but I would probably starve, or puke, or get too attached.
I miss things. I always miss things.
Once again I am so close to start writing my long overdue novel, but we all know it won't happen because I have too many videogames to start (and not finish) and because the things I'm feeling now will be smothered to a deep sleep as soon I'll get home from work today. I'd start sex work but I would probably starve, or puke, or get too attached.
I miss things. I always miss things.