too bored to sleep...sit back and mend myself. Last year, I could see myself getting married to someone, having fantastic sex on Sunday mornings, just before the kids woke up. Now, I can see me growing up and living alone. Having wonderful masturbation sessions on Sunday mornings, just before I realize that I've never known the warmth of a mans face on my inner thigh... I feel like that part of me is gone, and is never comming back. I've grown so cynical and bitter and I'm afraid of what my mind and moods will do together...they'll end up being my destruction and I'm so fucking afraid... |