I don’t have a menstrual cycle. (This, I know you’ve been curious about.)

But I do seem to suffer from P.M.S.

Once a month or two, I just get sucked into these little voids. I’m depressed. I don’t know why or maybe it’s just a culmination of things. But I don’t like it. It makes me want to quit my job without notice, again. It makes me question my purposes and realize what I’m worth, which is normally not as much as you might like to think. It makes me feel helpless. I’m going nowhere but I’m trying to be patient. I wait. Sometimes I try… never successful. But I’ve sacrificed friendship, love, time, money, energy, words (so, so, so many words), and anticipation. And I don’t want to say it wasn’t worth it. I will always fight for what I believe in. But these walls that stare me down leave little to believe in.

— By the way, the concert was awesome. I am gay for Maynard. *euughh…. maybe not* —

Little Miss Thing with your cheap conversation.

It’s been 5 months since your wedding day.

When do you plan on being married?