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Kitti, the Unstoppable Hex Machine

...and a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries...

On Being Solo
photography, Kitti, art, me, kink

So, we broke up. 
Strange thing is, about half an hour after all the tears and explanations and apologies... we were having fun and laughing again.  I was still feeling pretty ill... emotion does that to me... but still I felt like a weight had been lifted.   Turns out Doc was feeling pretty scared about the whole "relationship" thing anyway, but just has a really hard time trying to explain his feelings... that's why he wasn't talking much to me.  Ostrich syndrome.

So yeah... I thought when it happened I'd be gagging to get into some other Dom's proverbial leather pants... but I find myself feeling a lot freer with my new found status.  I'm thinking primarily about my house move this weekend (Waxing, near-full moon.. good move)  I've also started studying more numerology as I never really bothered with it when I was younger.

Work are STILL pissing me off but who cares? As long as I can hold on here until I'm finanically stable again, then I can quit and go fruit picking in florida or teaching kids in the 3rd world or something.  I've always needed a cause to fight for... I've gone through fighting just for survival.. to fighting for love, fighting for the salvation of other people... or my friends... now it seems I'm just fighting for my own mental health. I'd love to go off and do something not necessarily glamourous... but just different, and to make a difference to someone in a positive way, like digging a well or helping build a school.

Physically today, I feel pretty shit... but I also feel like my ambitions are limitless... and so's my imagination.
Autumn's always been my time.


Kit. =^.^=