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Tired
I am tired. Sitting in a chair that is not mine, but dating free soulmate St. Petersburg Beach my mothers I am uncomfortable. the chair is comfortable, the atmosphere is not. Conan is back on television. I loyally watch him string his hips up and down. I should be doing things that are more efficient, interesting, productive, organized, or have more potential of self-improvement than the sitting and stumbling that I am currently blobbing on about. Posting this is counter productive to my time. For here: I am a single white female who is still mad at Jay Leno, still hateful at those who are mean to others, and though pulling for a relaxed appreciation and enjoyment of life's goodness, still being disproven by negativity. Swim toward the light and one day, air will fill your lungs. I work as hard as I play, and I know when to be serious, when to be silly, when to laugh, and when to cry. The thing I have lost from loss is the ability to trust and relax. I seek a solid man who is trustworthy and loving. Please make me laugh and be unafraid to point out everything that is wrong and still not care what people think so you can giggle openly. I wish to breath again. If you wish to play again, be unexpectant, unassuming, be a dream, write to me. Tell me why. Tell me that you want something, and I will acknowledge you.
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