so i said when i started this site, i was going to be honest about things i go through.
i would never out anyone i was dating/fuckin’,
but my struggles was up for grabs. if you gonna love me, you gotta love ALL OF ME as well. the good. the bad. the ugly. the funky?
since a majority of men lurk in the foxhole,
there are some things we DON’T talk about that we should.
plus i never know who is suffering in silence,
needs their “a ha” moment,
or should be aware for future sake.
now before i get into this entry,
i need to put up a disclaimer:
i am a very clean person i am not sexually active at the moment
I woke up with an Epiphany this morning.
Before I could wipe the cold out my eyes and pop a toothbrush in my mouth,
I was awoken by the sound of my inner voice screaming. Sounds psycho, I know.
But, I have been feeling somewhat… down and disgusted these last few days.
I have been feeling “tired”, “worried”, and “over it”. It has been making me sick and throwing up.
Somehow and somewhere, I picked up bad acid reflux or something.
I would rather be in bed sleep than actively doing anything.
And when I had to go somewhere, I wasn’t fully invested.
I must have been hit with some kind of depression that crept on me like a vine.
Or, why do we like to chase things that are out of our leagues?
I’m not saying that the peasant cannot get his Baller Wolf.
HELL, even the whore has become the husband after all is said and done.
But what happens when you get into a situation where you do fall for someone, and they do fall for you,
but it just isn’t possible to pursue it at that time being?