And when he left, he blended in with the rest. And I changed my sheets and cried in the shower, while trying to scrub off what was left of our friendship.
Not even on weekends. Not even when I’m hungover. I’ll wake up at 6, make some eggs, and take a shower to massage my head with shampoo.
By: Shea Gardner I have never considered myself a storyteller so this is a first for me. I […]
It’s time to play my own game. A game of truth and dare.
There’s only one word that I know is in the definition of burnout. Scared.
“One day a light bulb went off in my head (or possibly my nether regions) wasn’t I also deriving pleasure from this type of foreplay and sex? Weren’t my orgasms suddenly and brilliantly intensified and genuine?”
I’m not sure if the love I always dreamt of was ever present in any of the relationships I’ve had in my lifetime.
I don’t miss anyone as much as I miss who I once was when I looked in the mirror.
“Yes, I am allowed to pick and choose what I divulge to others. And, as a matter of fact, I’m allowed to change my mind.”
But we aren’t objects or equipment, we are people, so unfortunately we snap and break at times, no matter how much we try to hold it all together.