i wasn't even pacing for one minute when i ran into the wall again and broke ANOTHER picture frame... probably the fifth one. i always tell my mom that the pictures randomly fell off the wall and broke, but i think she knows it's my MD. ive told her about it before, but she told me to stop telling her about it because it scares her. that was 5 years ago. i move into my apartment in september... i managed not to break anything in my dorm last year, but i don't know how i'm going to explain it…

i've always been comfortable with my daydreaming and i've always told myself that i don't want to stop until i'm engaged or married because i'll feel like i'm cheating on my husband with my main/favorite male daydream character. after i got into my first real relationship last summer, i thought i wouldn't have to worry about that anymore. my daydreaming lessened each day as i fell more and more in love with this real life guy who actually liked me back. it never fully stopped, but it got to…