This pretty much sums up my existence. Or at least my sentiments as of late. It’s so much easier to do things when you have a partner. Travel, cook, have an orgasm. Not that I’d ever consider myself alone. Surrounded by friends and family I can pretty much find something to do any night of the week. I’d like to have someone who comes home with me though, someone I can wake up next to, someone I can count on to love, support, and cherish the hell outta me. Just like I think (and am told so many times upon the realization of finding out I’m single) that I deserve.
Is there a point when you chalk up the lack of love in your life to yourself- as opposed to the ethereal world of fate and karma and meant to be’s? I realize I can attract men, but what is it about me that screams, “Please cling to me if you are unavailable?” Apparently mentally and emotionally devoid creatures score high with begora.
Is there a point when you chalk up the lack of love in your life to yourself- as opposed to the ethereal world of fate and karma and meant to be’s? I realize I can attract men, but what is it about me that screams, “Please cling to me if you are unavailable?” Apparently mentally and emotionally devoid creatures score high with begora.
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