Would it be too bad that I wish for it to happen again: the sunny day, your company, all that Martini!!!!!!!! (lets leave out the crying part! your sadness, but I have to tell you - somehow I don't regret it! Dancers (?) are great!)
And this year what?! What do I have, what have I had all this year?!
I am as for from personal development as a homeless person from a house made out of four brick walls and a roof!
And the work thing is that now I am not even trying to change myself. I tried - I didn't have the means and the muscle! What can I say? "I'm a pussy, I admit it!" ... and I miss sex, but I am not sure this really is the case here! And I miss therapy! Now I am in that point where I can't really cope with myself and things are spinning out of hand!! IMAGINATION IS A TERRIBLE THING TO WASTE! And I am wasting it! FUCK THIS SHIT!!!!!!!
