Now that I read it, it ends better than I thought.

Almost bedtime now and today I made resolutions.

No more whining about sex. I'll just have to masturbate like everyone else and get over it.

I will write more. Fiction, and everyday. Poetry and whenever I can on small post-its that will be stuck together, making a brick of words in my pocket.

No more waiting for it to start. I'm going camping on my vacation whether anyone else is coming or not. If I get the right week off, I'm going to DC Pride, or Atlanta and I will spend the time watching everything.

If and when I have another relationship, I will keep doing these things. I will not sublimate my crazy anymore. Ever.

That seems enough for one day.