Normalcy please.

I can’t make any plans. I can’t commit to anything. I’m scared shitless of a life unlived. And it shows in all my runaway actions. If I could I would just settle down. I would want pearls and picket fences. And a husband that I adore. And a quiet mind. Children. I would be a responsible citizen who’s bills always get paid on time and who needs to be slowly introduced to new sexual positions instead of creating them…and then sharing them in internet tutorials. I wish I could just relax and let things happen and love without apprehension. And pay my bills on time. And keep a job.

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