So I go away to see him and this weekend. My former married guy who is now my boyfriend 3 years after the fact.Sigh. He is as intensely in love with me as he was when he was married. Me? Not so much. I find I don't like men who are in love with me as intensley as I love them, or something... I don't know I've spent so many yearsinside my head, trying to figure myself out, I just don't want to do it anymore. I have 3 ppl to pack for because both my kids are going to their dads too. I had packing. I always over do it. But I only have so many hours and here I am blogging. The New Thought Author Louise Hay calls procrastination a form of self abuse. I concur. On the dding thing, well since it's only been 24 hours since I found alll these other people who suffer from it, I've taken note and tried to avoid triggers. I do notice I do it more in the evening. I don't do it drunk or high or medicated. I tend to do it washing clothes alone in the basement. Music and some movies are a definate trigger, and some books (im a heavy reader). Debating on whether I want to really see the Hunger Games this weekend, because although I am bordering on psycho fan, the how bruhaha surrounding the movie found it's way into my Personal Wonderland. "Me" in the other dimension found herself excepting the role as Enorbaria in the Catching Fire, the second movie *rolls eyes.* To actually see this shot in writing after a life time of doing it is bizarre. The mirror makes me see how ridiculous all the time I wasted in my skull all the more. TTYL.
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