ygritte

No man is an island.

And I am not the woman to prove this statement wrong.

Finally, I have started coming out of my months long hermit shell. For a while I was spending weekends in at home, learning to be a housewife through some hilarious trial and error. My only company was the Game of Thrones I have had some busy weeks.



I am having fun. I am reasonably popular, I have a friends who think I'm funny. In a way I guess I'm lucky. This week I have managed to see my first hockey, meet one of my facebook friends I haven't seen before, gone to bowling and enjoyed a night of crazy random betting in a pub. I just came home and it's 5am right now.

However, I only seem to be able to find peace while being out there. As soon as I am left alone, I feel terribly lonely. It's been a while since I had a friend who didn't have so much of their own shit to solve that they'd be there for me. Yes, I admit, I am a sucker for communication. I need to do that a lot. It's not important whether I do the talking or the listening, I can do both. It's the sharing. And I miss physical contact. I REALLY REALLY NEED A HUG! A good and proper one from someone I can be comfortable with.

And I want to be in LOVE. Madly in love. To crave for a man. If I can have him or not... at least a hope, something to dream of, to look forward to, to paint my days with sunshine. I want my heart to start racing when I see him or think of him, my skin to tingle when he touches me and my belly muscles to contract in expectation...

I'm using the blog here as a bit of a diary and it helps. Some. But I'm afraid I'm spamming (I guess no one reads me anyway)...

It's time for things to happen.

Love,

Ygritte