Freaky Tales

Death and Sex.

Thats all I seem to think about these days. A rather peculiar, albeit, dangerous combination, I know. Its not like I plan to think about them...it....the thought(s) just pop up randomly. Sometimes in the same scene, other times, separately. Would be so nice to talk to someone about the crap occurring in my head. I can't though. So terrified that I'd get locked up if words gets out lol. And the only person I would have been able to talk to....well the laws of 'x and o's state that I cannot burden said person any longer. 

Ahhhh.

It's not that I can't go on without it, I can. It's also not that I won't survive without it, I will.

But life seems a lot nicer with someone else involved, no??