I planned on being social today but I guess my brain decided to go into automatic introvert mode instead, so here I am, taking a mental health evening. Physical health too because my liver needs a break. Turns out dating two alcoholics makes me drink more. Who would have guessed.
I wish I could cancel one of them, but each is a necessary fraction of a man, and when I have two they almost equal a whole person! Actually I'll probably end up choosing the one with the useless penis. I've never crushed so hard on someone with an uninteresting penis before. Usually my vagina decides who to keep. I guess it's wise to think with something other than my vagina sometimes. :D
But we all deserve satisfying sex, do we not?
Still, most of the time spent together will not be during sex, so all other qualities are pretty important.
My new alcoholic is probably at his friend's house, drinking. I have moments where I wonder if I have any competition there or if I can trust him. Then I decide it doesn't matter either way. Still kinda annoying to have those kinds of worries about someone. Cause I really needed anxiety to go with my depression. (How does anyone even assume I'm in any position to be in a relationship? Lol.)
6:43 p.m. - 2019-11-10