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| Monday, May 31, 2010, 6:49:31 PM |
I do the same, bluecat, I go back, say, to page 25 and read it attentively and ask myself: was that me? I seemed to be so different then when I compare to now. Unfocused in a way, and unpredictable. School put a lot of pressure on me. I wanted to be good, if not better than just simply good, and I did everything to succeed. And it worked. But at a price. Beyond school I just ran wild. When I was out of my business suit and left respectability behind, I craved for release - and this was sex in all its forms and colours. I seem much more satiated now. Like our well-fed cat on the sofa purring. But sometimes in a clear warm night, she leaves her resting place and slips out into the dark, for a time of excitement and hunts. Oh how I envy her. |
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