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I just get so lonely sometimes. I need a hug for a moment and
the moment passes. I’m good. There is always the morning after a
hangover, and the realization that I’m not quite as available as I
thought I was the night before, and I’m haunted by yet another road not
taken. All those things that weren’t supposed to happen! they happened.
There’s a lot of making out. I don’t know how to paint with the full set
of emotions. I wish I’ve had a little more success good in the sack.
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