JANUARY 7, 2019

I feel like I'm in quicksand & there's nobody to help. Nobody understands. Mutual friends are disappearing. I don't blame them; I sure as hell would dip out on the mess sex addiction/disorder/whatever this is caused.

I hate the bottom of these cycles.

I just want 1 day my eyes don't resemble Niagra Falls.

Recent Posts

See All

Ok, so I don't *hate* everything, myself included. However, there is this constant battle within to shake others until they understand what kindness, loyalty, compassion means versus turning the other

I am broken. It seems hell is full of fun time circus mirrors and this is probably why they call it hell. These mirrors distort things, make me think I am climbing out but in reality, I am just walkin