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I will begin the downward slope toward 40 as I turn 36.
I rarely have any time off from work or parental responsibilities; time to reflect on my life and see the true underlying horrors that I otherwise push down and out of sight. I’ve had no person save myself to speak to these past 12 hours and in my head this is an eternity. I have issues dealing with loss. I bury it because I can’t handle it emotionally. I have no one that I can speak to about my problems save a select few of my closer Tumblr followers and the anonymity of those relationships keep me from divulging my real, more troubling concerns. I hate being an island right now, going through this inner turmoil completely alone, but at the same time I don’t trust myself to be among women I know out of fear of using them to get over what I’m going through. So an island I will remain, at least until I can work out my issues.Continue scrolling downward for more porn.