Sensually Frustrated.

There’s another side of me that I keep on the down down down low. There’s only one person in the world who knows who that person is and can unlock that part of me.

I’ve been having thoughts–quite distracting, btw–all day long about this one thing. It seems kind of pointless to write about it if I’m not going to say what it is but, I’ve got to “tell” someone. I would, of course, just talk to the one person who knows but do you ever feel like even a simple “Hello” in someone’s life is, not a nuisance, but like something unnecessarily extra that they really don’t have to deal with… like there are other important things that they’d rather give their attention, and there are.

Well, I’m done complaining or whining or venting or whatever I’m doing.