I had been going through a little depression, as I PERIODICALLY do, one of those that make it hard to get out of bed.
There is so much to be grateful for, the SG community, my fans, friends and family, the opportunities, my sponsors and my lovely rabbit 🐰 IBU.
on the photos ( @rancida & @stellamyldred )
I personally don't have too much to complain about, if at all.
I'm single and love it (yes, this is your invitation to try and change that).
Sure I'd love to wake up next to someone and being cuddled, having someone to talk about my troubles and have absolutely mind blowing kinky sex with EVERY night.
Stay in, order some vegan Chinese food watch a saga and have a well deserved pussy pounding.
I refuse to go to therapy, it's hard for me to open up to a professional as I have bee misdiagnosed and medicated with things that have been very harmful and make me feel crazy.
Smoking weed, traveling by myself, making art, learning more about myself and life.
Practicing detachment I've become an independent and fuller person than I've imagined.
I know I have to heal my abandoning wound to stop myself from repeating patterns.
But I still pray for the comfort of love, that one day I will meet the one person that will take my fear of growing older away.
Is true love a fantasy?
Or maybe I haven't met the right person yet
I want to say that I only look for inspiration, but I want to be uplifted and taken care of.
Will love ever knock on my door again?
