HMB

I’ve always been a very emotionally reactive person. Even when the reaction is so disconnected and stagnant, it’s because I’ve been so beaten down to such an intolerant place that [ . . . ]

It’s been a while since I’ve posted. At first I thought it was because I was happy. Once again I learned my happiness was a mere fabrication of an actual [ . . . ]

I like to get drunk and dance. I crave social interaction.  It gives me that passionate feeling of fulfillment that doesn’t exist in my actual living reality. The same feeling [ . . . ]

I use to have a fire in me. An innate passion that radiated from my core straight through my pores ricocheting off of all unsuspecting passerby’s. A fire, a drive, [ . . . ]

Sober is not just without substance. Without the clouded aid of drugs and alcohol. Sober is also a drought of infatuation, passion, lust. All of the above muddled my intelligence [ . . . ]

I feel light. I feel lighter… enlightened even. I feel happy and have a confidence and a desire I haven’t felt in a long time. The origin of this revitalization [ . . . ]

Have you ever entered into a period of your life where you feel like your mind is being fucked so aggressively sideways that you know longer know whether it’s the [ . . . ]

It is my son’s 2nd birthday, but the only thing I can think of is the three hour conversation of confusion and conflicting emotions Josh and I had last night. [ . . . ]

I’ve always wanted it but never had it. Or the ability to express it at least. I’ve known and watched countless women express it, but I could never duplicate it [ . . . ]

Josh came home to me last night and opened up like he never has before. He talked about everything in sincere detail starting from his days in high school and [ . . . ]