Another week is upon us. Time to start another seven fresh days. That sounded a little too optimistic for me. I don't know, maybe I'm just an optimist at heart. I try to look at the bright side of life but it's really hard to find that bright side. Instead it all just feel like one giant pile of crap that keeps growing everyday with no sign if letting up. Great, now I'm starting to wallow in my own misery. Where' the bf when I need him. Oh right, he's living near his mom in suburbia. A$&hole. I call him that a lot. I shouldn't but he's just so frustrating. I wonder if this means I'm in love with him? Whatever.
Anyway, I realized this morning that's been a year since I've started sleeping nudeand making love to the bf. Coincidence that they happened almost simultaneously? Well sort of because first I had to get comfortable with the way my body is without clothes before I could be comfortable letting another person see it. Believe me when I tell you that sleeping nude has done just that. It's made me appreciate what the Man in White has given me. Sleeping nude had rid me of whatever inhibitions I may have or had and allowed me to give myself more fully the bf. I found out, that with the right person, making love is a glorious thing. How about that, it turns out that I'm a sexual and sensual person. It's a beautiful thing.
Alright, time to get going on the day.
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