blog of a German Roman Catholic cis school girl gone wrong/born again pagan, demisexual, witch, reader, writer, heterosexual life partner/girlfriend, ordained minister, girlfriend, lover, hardcore crocheter, proud nerdgirl, sister-in-law, and aunty.
i want to write. i want to put words down on paper and get these feels out of me and i cannot for the moment.
i want to write about my sexually. i read this post off Tumblr and it inspired me and then i started writing and i gave up because it was not what i wanted to say. i somehow lost the purpose of the post.
and i want to write about being an adult. i was inspired to write and i’ve been mulling it over my head but the words don’t come when i’m at the laptop. they just sit, somewhere in my head, and won’t come out.
words, all in my head, not wanting to come out.
i’ll take this frustration and work on other projects and see what happens.
i think he was a soul mate. and that’s why it still hurts, at times.
so, time don’t work. i think, if they were your soul mate, the hurt never goes away. it lingers, somewhere in you, popping out at random times.
2016: me and Nicole had talks back in November about soul mates and even 10 years after the fact he broke up with me, it still hurts. i have my men and it still hurts when i mention his name and he could have been a soul mate.
so, time don’t work. i don’t think anything works.