Ya know, the thing with me and this whole sex thing is yeah, maybe I have had encounters and stuff. But as long as I can explain to myself (read lie to myself) that there was no actual intimiacy, I'm okay. Because I am not okay with false intimacy. Never accept an imitation when all you want is the real thing. So I fake it. So what? I guess I've just gotten really good at pretending that I'm not upset with the situation as it stands. Pretending I'm okay with me, even. Anyway, I'm all of a sudden too lethargic to think about all this. All my energy is sapped.
Laters