These are just things that were bubbling off of the top of my head. Please excuse the poorness of my writing, as composition was never a strong point with me.
I do not get here very often, I am not really sure why. I looked on the last visited date and it was from March! Before that I cannot remember.
I had a couple private messages from a gentleman; he seemed rather nice, but I did not reply to his last message before I took an extended leave from the site. Now I have his unanswered message in my inbox. I cannot bring myself to send him a reply after all of these months, as he probably thinks I did not want to continue a conversation. I feel bad about that 🙁
I wrote a tickle story a while ago, but I ended up deleting it. It was about a tickle monster that lived underneath my bed (he was not paying rent). Once he found out I was ticklish, he decided to make my life a living hell. For me. Him, it was probably paradise. We never talked about that. He didn't strike me as one being interested in philosophical conversations. It was going to be this continuing series of stories. Once I finished the first one it struck me as being rather silly, so I deleted it and did not go back to it.
I have been here for six months. I have not accomplished much. Am I supposed to?
Everything that I have written so far has been fairly depressing 🙁 Well, I am in a rather blue mood, so I guess that is reflected here. It happens, as I always go through peaks and valleys.
Don't we all.
Moon Kyoung ja
I do not get here very often, I am not really sure why. I looked on the last visited date and it was from March! Before that I cannot remember.
I had a couple private messages from a gentleman; he seemed rather nice, but I did not reply to his last message before I took an extended leave from the site. Now I have his unanswered message in my inbox. I cannot bring myself to send him a reply after all of these months, as he probably thinks I did not want to continue a conversation. I feel bad about that 🙁
I wrote a tickle story a while ago, but I ended up deleting it. It was about a tickle monster that lived underneath my bed (he was not paying rent). Once he found out I was ticklish, he decided to make my life a living hell. For me. Him, it was probably paradise. We never talked about that. He didn't strike me as one being interested in philosophical conversations. It was going to be this continuing series of stories. Once I finished the first one it struck me as being rather silly, so I deleted it and did not go back to it.
I have been here for six months. I have not accomplished much. Am I supposed to?
Everything that I have written so far has been fairly depressing 🙁 Well, I am in a rather blue mood, so I guess that is reflected here. It happens, as I always go through peaks and valleys.
Don't we all.
Moon Kyoung ja
