I, the Tower of Pisa

I thought tonight as i restored my mood with alcohol and creative home-decorating: if the flawed, unstable tower of Pisa has lasted this long, so might I!!

I'm hanging in there even though i'm feeling crappy. I've survived before so I guess I'll survive again. I'm really hoping the last year or so of contentment wasn't a mirage.

Childishly, I really don't want my SMF to find anyone more special than me. I've been uncharacteristically strong of late, now I just want a cuddle and to be loved. I'm fearing that maybe already I've diminished my lovable-ness.

Can someone please take my brain away on a behavioural retreat? We need some time apart.

- iBlog, therefore iAm