(319): Ok, but If I make this happen, my first born son gets to fuck your first born daughter.
You’re going to be fine.
Sure you’re a little moody, and a little crazy, and a little unsure of everything you want. (Being honest, who isn’t?) But you’re fine.
The answers will come. You will understand what you’re supposed to be doing. You’ll find someone to love. And you’ll figure it out eventually.
You will, and you know it.
In the meantime, keep smiling.
(352): I just realized I have my pepper spray, gun, and vibrator all in one drawer. One false grab and I’m screwed either way.
I have faith . I have faith that eventually I meet a semi decent guy and that that guy eventually will tell me he loves me and I won’t say it back unless I mean it, not enough people mean it and when you don’t mean it why say it? Because you’re ropes onto the delusion of love that’s why. I have faith that after this guy, there’ll be another and many more ( maybe) or maybe there won’t be any, maybe it’s someone I know; but they’ll say it and I’ll say it and we’ll mean it. Then I have faith we’d be good parents who get to have beautiful polity great children who are not disillusioned to love because when their father and I say it, we mean it.