I do this thing where I totally ignore that voice on my head. That voice that says things aren’t right.
I do this until either that doubts come true or I explode.
Not the greatest personality flaw, but I know I do it. I own it.
Last night I had a really shitty dream and the parts of it I recall were just crap.
When Sir plans things he gives me what I refer to as “Dom” answers. They aren’t lies, they are stories in liu of actual answers or he just becomes generally vague. There are times I just accept that and move on, other times they sit in my subconscious brain.
This leads to mild insecturies. Lately I’ve gotten a feeling that isn’t sitting well. Not going to write about it here.
On a lighter note, mean, bitchy, drop n has returned to almost normal.
Slave Stories for My Sir 