My last post
was rather depressing, wasn't it? It's not that I don't still feel that way sometimes, but it's not all the time. In fact, not long ago I was talking my cousin Kyra and said, "If it weren't for the complete lack of sex, this wouldn't be such a bad deal!" And it's true. I have friends and family around here, which is nice. I really like my job and, because I work with a bunch of guys, I get to have fun joking around with some occasional harmless flirting thrown in. But a lot of times I still love having my own place to retreat to, especially if it's been a long day. That's not so bad, right? It's just a real lack of affection and intimacy that I'm missing. And that part really sucks.