[GB: blog] C'est la vie... /locked from Lyn
Love is so pungent in the air. So close to Spring and it is already budding from hopeful romances and men's hearts- Mais... What am I doing? My once free spirit is locked away in Liberty. My duties for Amelia and Madison far outweigh my desires for unsavoury activities and my weak commitment to Lyn is getting. Old.
Am I really so old now? A few months and I will be thirty- Mon Dieu...
I miss my younger years. When I was not responsible for anyone, when I did not go to work then come home only to do more- Partying, loving life, all of that stowed away in this slowly whithering body. If only... If only he would ask.
Everyone around me is such happy in their romance. Why does it allude me?
Why don't he just ask?
[[locked; unhackable; private]]
Not to mention that damned hussy is getting her favourite flowers and poetry being co-authored by Attis himself. Lucky b*tch.
Am I really so old now? A few months and I will be thirty- Mon Dieu...
I miss my younger years. When I was not responsible for anyone, when I did not go to work then come home only to do more- Partying, loving life, all of that stowed away in this slowly whithering body. If only... If only he would ask.
Everyone around me is such happy in their romance. Why does it allude me?
Why don't he just ask?
[[locked; unhackable; private]]
Not to mention that damned hussy is getting her favourite flowers and poetry being co-authored by Attis himself. Lucky b*tch.