Up Alone

I feel pretty good right now... I woke up, Joe was asleep next to me and Boris was out in the living room... so I got to be sneaky and get off using the thrill of getting caught as an incentive. Then I made myself some eggos with blueberry jelly.

I guess I've decided to admit that I masterbate here. I have gone back and forth on that sort of thing, but fuck it .... If one of my family members stumbles across this I would be more afraid of the things I have written about Mom because that has the potential to hurt...and.... The people I know from work, well, they either don't know what this inter web thing is, or they masturbate themselves....... they just aren't as proud about it.

It is important to me at this moment though, so I want to write about it. I feel good. I have not been feeling good lately. I have been constantly worring... or angry ...or sad. Joe and I have been comforting each other when we hug, and there is always this "You and Me Against the World" quality to it. When he wakes up I am going to make sure I give him a hug because I love him, and not because I know I can cling to him in tough times. I like having someone to support me ...... but we have been retreating and licking each others wounds too much, there is so much more we are capable of...... I don't mean like real ambition or anything... I just mean the things that are defeating us are smaller than we are. I think we need to stop giving our jobs and duties the weight we do.... There is always time for an Eggo.