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Tried and true, they call to me.
Since I was young, I found solace in books. Fantasy, horror, and the like. They brought me away from whatever I needed to escape ( Read more... ) -
If you feed it, prepare for it to thrive.
I'm afraid all the time. I'm afraid I'll drink again. I'm afraid of being alone. I'm afraid of companionship ( Read more... ) -
Thick like a winter stew.
Day 16! Woo! And I know that only one person is reading this. (Hi, Kat ( Read more... ) -
Surfacing for air via vinyasa.
Day 9. I haven't touched any alcohol in over a week. I'm starting to get nervous. Like, what if I fuck up and hit it again? However, whenever I think of drinking, I get turned off by it. I sat at the Rusty Hammer last night for hours and only fantasized about drinking. The bartender is a recovered person as well. So, he was cool with my soda water ( Read more... ) -
I drowned myself in my own sea of filth.
The sixth day has been easy. The fifth day was a breeze ( Read more... ) -
The cowboy rides at midnight.
Technically, we're in Day 5 now ( Read more... ) -
If I work hard at anything.
Tonight's engagement was a complete success. We fought in the face of adversity, with the storyline against us. The guys are wonderful and I adore them ( Read more... ) -
We march on because we have to push forward.
Second day of sobriety ( Read more... ) -
Let's start from scratch.
I'm going to make the best effort to be able to call today "Day One: A Space Cadet's Oddysey ( Read more... ) -
He/She/Them and my own personal Creature.
For most of my life, I've never felt completely female. I've always wanted to play with the boys. Never really liked Barbie dolls. Was more into burping and farting than doing make-up. (I was terrible with make-up, anyway ( Read more... )