well, as i mentioned. it isn't always a bed of roses. yeah, it's one of THOSE days (or nights) when all the gadgets, gardens and grindr just don't seem to be enough.
even that hot guy in the party seemed too much effort to pursue for a roll in the hay.
so that feeling is back. the wishful thinking.
i know, i know, just a few posts back it was about having made a choice. and closing doors.
i've closed a quite a few doors lately. because i had to listen to my heart. and the heart was saying otherwise despite feelings like these.
so ill just let this blow over. ill snap out of it again. just like before.