Bah humbug.
So much to say, and so many people who could read it.
"You can't love someone until you love yourself."
Maybe she's right, huh? Maybe that is why everyone I've ever adored I have to push away. I love the impression of who I am, I love my mask-and honestly, who couldn't? I pretend to be everything and it works so impossibly well. But I hate what goes on under that mask. But how can I take it off?
On other notes, my ever-loved team mate is making my diary spiffy for me. Oh the pleasure!
I wish I had been born a man. God, and in the seventies. Well, even now would have worked. Just a man. What a sexy beast I would have been...god. It isn't fair. I think this life is one of the first I've done as a woman, because frankly I hate this sex...and sometimes things about it just strike me as unreal.
I think Glam Rock should come back. Now. RIGHT NOW. Sex...
Probably will be writing again later. Hopefully after this is spiffed. Whee-oo.
"You can't love someone until you love yourself."
Maybe she's right, huh? Maybe that is why everyone I've ever adored I have to push away. I love the impression of who I am, I love my mask-and honestly, who couldn't? I pretend to be everything and it works so impossibly well. But I hate what goes on under that mask. But how can I take it off?
On other notes, my ever-loved team mate is making my diary spiffy for me. Oh the pleasure!
I wish I had been born a man. God, and in the seventies. Well, even now would have worked. Just a man. What a sexy beast I would have been...god. It isn't fair. I think this life is one of the first I've done as a woman, because frankly I hate this sex...and sometimes things about it just strike me as unreal.
I think Glam Rock should come back. Now. RIGHT NOW. Sex...
Probably will be writing again later. Hopefully after this is spiffed. Whee-oo.