I've been horrible about writing. I know. I've been so consumed with work. That's a lie.....you and I both know it. I've been consumed with my own unhappiness. After Clayton, I was crushed, and lets be honest, I had every reason to be. I still am. I loved him, and still do. After he left me, I took all those feelings that had been steamrolling, and put them on someone else who used my vulnerability. Obviously that ended horribly. Now I'm on some conquest to fuck my feelings away. It's kind of, and sadly, working..... I know it's horribly unhealthy.