At the End of the Day
At the end of day, when I can’t sleep, it’s often because I realize just how replaceable as a girlfriend, submissive, little and/or lover, I am. 29 years of working through personal challenges and fear, I sometimes think I have it all figured out. But in reality, all I have figured out is I am scared to death of being inadequate and undesirable. Never smart enough, never thin enough and certainly never pretty enough.
I learned awhile ago that keeping my guard high and being overly defensive towards men, isn’t the answer.
So here I am rambling. Unable to sleep. Just me and my 4 doggies.