Flip.

I have just gone and done it again. Ending relationships suck. Especially when you've just moved out with the dude. Oh well, I guess we better call Kenards, again! My things are staying put, and I'm keeping the kitten. So once all this boils down I prey that I can start afresh. 

Arrrrrggghhh!! Why did I torment myself? Force myself into believing something was there when it was clear, that it was not. 

People have crapped on about love since the beginning of time, for the last year and a bit - I've ignored it. 

Sex is important right? I am supposed to want to have it, and furthermore enjoy it when it does happen. I do not remember the last time I felt sexy. Well, I kind of do. But that was a *insert months here* wee while ago.

Kisses, making out, passionate pashing, lips, fresh breath, excitement fun and joy with my mouth. Thats what I want.

-These are all signs. Signs to trust your goddam instincts woman.