Before I Delete This
I was in a relationship with a guy I could've married when I started this blog. Sure, it wasn't perfect. He did stuff with my bestie's bestie twelve feet away from where I laid naked in his bed when we first got together. Pretty sure he washed his dick off in the sink. My bestie didn't tell me til I expressed interest in breaking up with him. Her bestie may have fudged the truth. I "shhh just let it happen" knowing I didn't want to live with my parents at the time because I was twenty three. At any rate, I no longer possess a bestie. Or a boyfriend. Especially a live-in one. Unless you count my cat. Which is very sad. What are complete sentences? That was a struggle for me when I started this blog. Forming complete sentences is difficult when you've been intentionally brain damaged. Fuck why? I've regained my ability to think verbally once again without crying in frustration because my head might as well have been "the big empty" at ...