Today or rather this morning, I got a stomach pain. Not of that from food or viruses, but of love.
I'm sometimes a victim of my own mind. My thought wonder from here and there creating situations that doesn't even exist. I plan to end a relationship on the 31. I figure, I not only have to to find the real me...but waiting to be with someone who is not sure. Is the pits.
Other news...all my friends and siblings have families and growing. Sometimes I feel like Dr. Manhattan from WATCHMEN.
All these questions--no substance answer.
Done for now.
