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[darkluna]

A long time ago I wrote on paper I'm a writer first and a human being second, if at all.

But I've never quite felt this. This weird tangle of writing frustration and sexual frustration such that I honestly couldn't tell you whether I want Valor or someone real (and if someone real, who?). Or if I just want to write about it.

Pent up is the phrase. And the words that would spill out of me if they could seem to come from the same place as the longing I'd feel for that someone I don't know, if only I could feel it.

Floodgates need to open and I don't think I have the key anymore.

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[isrephael.livejournal.com]

:: trying desparately to staunch the tide of "Floodgates opening" and "key" comments that demand to be crassly uttered::

If it makes you feel any better, things are rough all over. I meet a great many women and go out on a fair number of dates. But, in the end, I just cannot seem to shake the "meh" feeling I have about them all.

[darkluna.livejournal.com]

But, in the end, I just cannot seem to shake the "meh" feeling I have about them all.

That is it exactly.

And I appreciate your restraint, btw. ;)

[needfulthings.livejournal.com]

If I had a nickel for every time I felt that way...well, I'd have about 65 cents by now.