Nikki goes to convelescent homes and steals money from old people.
not sure if this will surprise people, or they'll just nod knowingly...
i have three hearts. two of them, i share. the paper heart that i keep pinned to my sleeve with the self destruct device clutched firmly in one hand. then there's the small one, the red one wrapped in barbed wire with the teeny tiny golden lock and the key on the delicate golden chain that i let a few, a very select few, check out for for a brief time, but i always keep track of it and never let it out of my sight. the other... it's buried deep, so deep no one will ever find it. there is only one other person who knows where, and even she knows that i dig it up and move it from time to time, and don't tell her for weeks where it's gone to...
do you mean Disneyland or is this something different?
4:45am.
i am too tired to rage. i have been awake for an hour and have given up the very idea of sleep. i am tired. i thought that having some thing beautiful in my life, our marriage, would be enough, but frankly, every moment of every day still feels like a struggle. i could simply dump all this on a friend or two, but it's a burden that i don't wish to place on anyone else. i do my best, i joke around, i smile, i find ways to distract myself - sex is huge. the darker, more intense it is, the more i can forget about everything, just be in the moment. the rest of the time my mind is too busy. i feel so lost right now. 7 months of nightmares both waking and sleeping are wearying me down. there are days when i think it would be easier on everyone, on myself, if i ceased to exist. i don't like those thoughts, that's new. it scares me beyond imagination. i try to keep busy, i try to get through each day at a time but sometimes i start to cry and i can't stop. i scare my wife, i scare my friends, i don't know what to do.
i tried talking to someone, tried pills, therapy, it's just too much. i want to the pain to end. i'm sorry, i just need to let it out here, i need someone to understand what it's like. anger helps. i wish i could dredge up some rage, it burns away the fear. i just need to make it through tonight. tomorrow i'll have her, but monday comes and the work week begins again and i am drowning in lonliness again. it helps being here. i have people to talk to. i can lose myself in the site. maybe it's not healthy, i think i am getting a little obsessive, it's my drug, but it's a good drug. Lush is a commnunity. i feel connected here. i feel like i matter. i'm not asking for out reach, i will probably turn it away. i just want someone to understand how i feel. i need to be able to say this to someone, and this is the only way i know how right now. i am so tired of being scared, of hurting.
i don't like myself right now. i don't like this girl that i am turning into, that i was turned into. what happened wasn't my fault. it was done to me, but i am the one who has to live with the consequences. i don't know how to anymore. it's not fair. that's what i want to rage about. it's so not fair. i am tired of even trying. i just want to be able to go back to sleep. even that was taken from me. i hope you burn in hell.
if i read it (as a non mod) and it keeps my attention to the end OR if i read it as a mod and it stand out, then it gets a vote and a comment. simple as that.
sorry, i was going to say something here but i got caught up at staring at Doll and that lollipop... nevermind! *blushes*
usually, before sex, i draw a little dotted circle on one cheek - he's allowed to cum within the circle - no were else. and omg, yeah, any guy who thinks he's going to score points cumming in my hair, is going to be very disappointed!