Yet hopefully things are different now, and I'm moving on to something better rather than attempting to suck more out of the same stale situation.
Maybe winning isn’t everything. One just needs to hedge the bet and minimize the risk.
I have nowhere to go and no place I’m supposed to be. Am I lost or completely free?
All that remains is to forge the #commitment. Regardless of how right everything feels, words never last.
Rationalization is foreplay with one's conscience.
Word has traveled quickly that just because you're on island doesn't mean you have to be stranded---as long as you have cash.
There's nothing like an orgasm to make a person think--and more often than not, to think too much.
There's nothing like an orgasm to force a person to think--and more often than not, to think too much.
Now I feel free, and hope is creeping back. Maybe because I'm paying attention to what I have rather than what's missing.
When compared side by side, my days can barely be distinguished from one another. The only difference is what I do after work and with whom I do it.
I’m like a fish in a pool, turning quickly to avoid what challenges it. My only decision is whether to go right or left to sidestep confrontation.
Variety may be the spice of life, but consistency pays the bills.
My discontent has accumulated over the past months, searching for a leak in the dam I’ve constructed to separate my true feelings from the situation closing in around me.
Even the best buzz wears off, and you wake up more trapped than the day before.
I never get used to the faces--wide-eyed and full of possibility--staring bad at me.
Nothing worse than someone who goes to the dance, is excited to dance, dances all night, and then complains all the next day about his feet being sore.
I am two people. One goes through the motions, rolling from one thing to the next; the other is withdrawn, watching a complete stranger.
To exist here, I’ll have to become skilled in saying no—an art in which I was once well accomplished, but one I no longer care to practice.
The waves splash against my face, carrying a message: Welcome, you belong here.
Questions from earlier circle like buzzards. Am I running away or moving forward?
