I have been forcing myself into work so much that I have not taken any time for me. Well, the other night, I went out with friends for Mardi Gras and ended up having rebound/frustrated/lonely sex with some indiscriminate guy...
Feeling a little... well... self concious about it.
how wierd is this????
Such a mish-mash of thoughts / feelings / etc...
I am my own worst critic. Always have been. I tend to beat myself up for stuff that really doesnt matter...
Why is it in my brain??? GET OVER IT DAMMIT!!! IT WAS MARDI GRAS FOR CRYIN' OUT LOUD!
Oy.
Posted at 07:09 am by breakupgirl