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This last month or two I’ve really made all about me. I’m feeling really good in my own skin right now, which is great.
Still plenty to work on, but all in all I’m pretty fucking happy.

My house is coming along nicely.
I’ve started reading a new book.
I’ve been writing more.

Yeah…life is good.

These last few months I’ve really been trying to figure myself out. I never realized just how lost I got. I thought I found myself after the divorce, but there was still so much of me that was left behind. I’m still getting there. It is amazing how your brain can completely fuck with you.


"I can’t stand moral absolutism. You know, there’s always that guy who wants to point out that Martin Luther King cheated on his wife— as if he obviously couldn’t have been a great person if he did something like that. Or someone will bring out an inspirational quote, and get you to agree, and then inform you that Hitler said it. As if a good thought couldn’t come from Hitler. Moral absolutism keeps us from learning from the past. It’s easy to say: ‘Hitler was a demon. Nazis were all bad seeds.’ That’s simple. It’s much harder to say: ‘Is that humanity? Is that me?’"

I hate that I keep using the phrase “I am trying.” I am though. Lately fighting my self destructive habbits are harder than ever. The urges play in my brain over and over. As if maybe I didn’t hear them the first time.

I just want to feel the touch and love of another person. I don’t even mean sexually. I would do just fine with a long I love you hug. I feel like one of those babies that is missing out on skin to skin time with it’s mother. The hardest part of being single is rememebering how great it felt to love someone and be loved back…that is what I miss the most. That amazing energy that comes with it. Going to sleep at night knowing that someone loves you just as you love them. Now when I go to sleep at night I just feel nothing, I am alone.

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