Same Ol' Problems Still.
It's funny looking at this now.
My memory problems make it difficult knowing the play by play of my young life. I can remember big events and I can remember love but I don't remember the daily things.
I'm still rubbish at men. Maybe more so than I used to be. Being an adult is a bit rubbish too. I spend like all my time working or cleaning. The rest of the time I'm so wiped out, I might as well not exist.
Lately I've started craving intimacy again. Sadly I think I still feel bound to Anthony? I still miss him. Well, the reality is I probably miss the Anthony my choppy memory constructed. I imagine there were far more nights of me alone sobbing on the sofa because I just wanted him to love me again.
I still can't believe Tim turned out to be a pediofile.
My memory problems make it difficult knowing the play by play of my young life. I can remember big events and I can remember love but I don't remember the daily things.
I'm still rubbish at men. Maybe more so than I used to be. Being an adult is a bit rubbish too. I spend like all my time working or cleaning. The rest of the time I'm so wiped out, I might as well not exist.
Lately I've started craving intimacy again. Sadly I think I still feel bound to Anthony? I still miss him. Well, the reality is I probably miss the Anthony my choppy memory constructed. I imagine there were far more nights of me alone sobbing on the sofa because I just wanted him to love me again.
I still can't believe Tim turned out to be a pediofile.