I have been running away from this place. I feel good. Danger boy is back on a very regular basis. Nothing has changed in the relationship, other than I see him a lot more than I ever did in the past. So… there’s the evidence that he’s my drug. He is here and I feel fantastic. With that said, I don’t have entries to write.
Nothing has changed in the relationship and nothing else has changed either. I’m dead in the water. When he’s not around I don’t do anything for myself. But I want to… I’m still frozen in my disease. I’m still using him to feel. Using him to avoid my own life. Soooo fucked up!
It is what it is and I’ll be fine.
Oh, dear Jami. *huge exhale*