I havent had sex in 13 months.
I feel creatively unfulfilled, and painfully aware that I am radically under-utilising my potential pretty much everyday.
Ive reduced my social life by 95% in order to focus on my mental and physical health.
The opening notes of Fame came up into my ears as my first steps out into the cold began. Id fuelled up on protein, taken a pre-run poop, and wrapped up in my wooly hat and mittens. I was ready to kick runnings ass.
Baby look at me, and tell
Last week I took photographs of myself in my underwear. I uploaded them to my computer, pulled similar ones from a month ago up beside them, and flicked back and forth between them, over and over again. Fucking hell, I thought to myself. Fuck-ing-hel