A personal study of an adult female analyzing the motivations behind her actions, no matter how embarrassing, shameful or repulsive. I'm my own worst critic.
Scars are souvenirs you never lose, the past is never far
Monday, June 30, 2008
and solitude ends....
and my husband awakes from his nap, one i let run too long... on purpose, but not sure why... he was tired, needed the sleep, and maybe because i wanted some time to think... this man that adores me... i love him, but i'm tired... i mentally escape from the reality of it... so i let him sleep... and i think of another life...
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