I am happy. Almost. I have a job. I have a "friend" that comes through 80% of the time. I like the way I look for the most part. I got my fancy phone.
I need to move out of my parents' place. My back is all messed up. I'm totally investing in a good mattress.
But you know me. I want a real boyfriend eventually. I finally feel ready and healed enough to give myself to someone again. I kinda want to spare anyone the baggage that comes with this warm mess though.
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