I know the reason... I haven't been eating enough veges recently and the melancholy is setting in.
Times like this i feel like my shattered self has been put together to look ok from afar, but there isn't enough glue in the middle drawer of my bedside unit to actually repair anything.
I am also being influenced too much into melancholy by my music, must change the cd in the car, and must stop thinking about people I can never have. The only problem is I don't really understand WHY i can't have them. this just makes me want to stamp my foot and pout.
My husband has decided he actually wants a divorce - he spelt it 'devorce' which irks me. i have no real problem with this as he is also prepared to pay for it - yah, but i do feel a like all men are abandoning me at the moment. perhaps i should be welcoming this feeling as this is my primary issue when it comes to relationships. I'd probably welcome it more if I was actually attracted to women - dont get me wrong, I'd rather look at a naked chick than a penis most days, but i'd rather play with dick than boobs.
we'll see what happens - roll on life!
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I hear ya... I'd also rather stare at boobs than a guy's junk. That said, although I'd rather play with boobies, I'll fiddle with a guy's unit for fifty bucks and a can of Coke. I'm not too fussed about be money, but I insist on a can of Coke to wash away the aftertaste. =)
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