Drifting to sleep

I've been told, very clearly, that things must change. I am the one who must do all of the changing.

But what if I just like him for the money. I don't have to marry and have children. And what of the sex. He can't have sex because of his head. And I don't want to have sex with someone who can't have sex with me.

I am in a corner and can't get out and the longer I am in, the long it seems that I condone my position in the corner.

Starting over again is easy. It's the dying that's hard

A new day, a new blog.

I think it's been about time for this. I think I'll learn from my mistakes this time around.

I think I'll keep the pretense up for a while and blog at both sights, just to keep my others away.