Empty

today was an empty day.

I got up, walked the dogs. Headed to the beach. Layed there for an hour, headed home. Took a bath.

I think Sir thought a day like this would be good, but it just kind of reinforced the empty in me.

Tomorrows back to work. Back to stress.

I watched breakfast at Tiffani’s. I always cry at the end. 

I don’t know how to balance my need for people and my need to be alone. 

Last night I’d put it in my head to contact a friend about being a foster parent. Today I know it’s a shit idea. 

There’s too many things going on for that and too many ways it can lead to heartache. 

So now I sit here, after a crappy healthy dinner, still feeling empty.

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