Today just sucked. I’ve had this app open all day with the intention of writing about the slumber party, but now it’s after midnight and the day got away from me.
I woke up this morning from a dream I was at my ex’s place and I was a ghost. I could feel his soft grey couch, I could smell his cologne if I was close enough, but neither he nor the girl on his lap could see me. Watching them together was torture.
I couldn’t shake the shitty feeling, such a transparent and silly dream, but it felt real to my senses.
Frustrations mounted today, I lost my temper and felt at the end of my rope with a family member. Setting boundaries and redefining relationships is hard fucking work. And I’m sick of it.
I haven’t had an orgasm in a week. Today also marks one week since I kicked that bad habit. I still feel him in my veins though. I still pick up my phone forgetting about my new resolve. I still have to remind myself. But I made it one week.
Bad days and bad dreams happen. I’m falling asleep on the couch hoping for better dreams tonight and a better day tomorrow.
(Photo by Guy New York - 2018)
Emily Stewart
2019-04-09 06:44:14 +0000 UTCBrooks Moses
2019-04-08 08:16:54 +0000 UTC