Well, I started Isotretinoin yesterday and so far so good. I haven't gotten pregnant, committed suicide, or developed irritable Bowel Syndrome. This drug must have messed some people up because there are sooooo many hoops you have to jump through. Last night I had a dream I was in Maw-maws old house, but it was renovated! It seemed like all of my cells were getting along peacefully. There was no fear and running away or murdering going on : )
I'm still lonely and loosing hope. I've been fantasizing about jumping on top of my Assistant Principal Mike Heckman and humping him hard!! Or anyone else that has meaty thighs and a nice butt. Is it weird that when I masturbate, I fantasize that I have a dick (a big one) and that I'm getting sucked-off, molested, or fucking anything with a whole. I've gained climax to my inner vagina area (not just my clitoris). I think when I was younger I would "cut-off"/kill nerves connected to parts of my vagina because I felt ashamed. Wow, I'm getting horny just typing about getting sucked-off. lol. I don't cry anymore after I masturbate because I feel so pathetic and lonely. I just go on with my business. I think this is a good thing.
Of course, I still have high hopes that "he" is still out there (upper North-East of USA) and that one day we will unite. I'm working on painting to submit to Darcia's Gallery- Holiday Group Show in NYC. If I'm one of the artists chosen I will definitly fly to NYC to see the show in December