It's hard to know where to begin. So much has happened since I last put pen to paper. I probably would've benefited from writing, but I've managed to survive. s is sitting on the couch watching Peppa Pig and drawing with some colored pencils. She is a wellspring of emotion in my life. She probably always will be. It's hard to parse out the feelings she evokes since they're intertwined with many other important aspects of my life. I imagine I will do so naturally. Currently I lack the desire and focus such depth requires. This is due in part to s's presence, but mostly due to the fact that my phone has sucked away any remaining powers of concentration I possessed. Hopefully journaling will help combat this. In fact, I know it will.
M is coming over tomorrow to hang out and meet s. It will be good to introduce her.
Now that I actually am writing, the most important part of the past seems to be the last two weeks. I met L about two weeks ago and we've been fucking like rabbits ever since. It's been fantastic. I'm going to wait to write more until s goes to sleep.
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