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I'm so tired. I'm in london after an overnight flight connecting from Tampa through Atlanta. I didn't sleep well. My back hurts and my neck hurts.
I miss cuddling with jason.
But I'll see my family tomorrow, after another overnight flight. Then, I'll sleep under a nice thick duvet and explore Russia.
I've been doing lots of writing in my journal. I thought about putting the thoughts up here, but then I thought again. Some things should be private-- not because what happens is bad, or evil, but because some dreams and aspirations have to be kept private to be uncorrupted and fully realised.
Sleep. I miss cuddling with Jason. I hope my parents understand, and sent the bastard daschund to cuddle when I hit bed tomorrow morning at 5AM.
I miss cuddling with jason.
But I'll see my family tomorrow, after another overnight flight. Then, I'll sleep under a nice thick duvet and explore Russia.
I've been doing lots of writing in my journal. I thought about putting the thoughts up here, but then I thought again. Some things should be private-- not because what happens is bad, or evil, but because some dreams and aspirations have to be kept private to be uncorrupted and fully realised.
Sleep. I miss cuddling with Jason. I hope my parents understand, and sent the bastard daschund to cuddle when I hit bed tomorrow morning at 5AM.