Today is Monday. It is the fifth of April. I woke up today, drafting some poetry.
First, I want to find a picture of some old, rickety branches.
I want to compare that branch to my interests in finding a special somebody, someday.
I feel I am about ready to draw some similarities between my hesitancy to journey to a weakened supporting branch and my hesitancy to trust without inspection.
I have therapy today and tomorrow. I hope we review my energy levels not getting enough support.
Pushback was great while it lasted. Carrying me on your shoulders does not work unless you let me up.
Try reducing the restrictions. Give me your number. Email me back on an address without entire public enemies on it please.
I hope you are explicit with your wants, too. It would be a bummer if a certain somebody was scared, then never had a way to try building trust.