Note.

It’s 12.53 am.

I have a really bad cold. My nose hurts so much.

So much.

God.

So much pain.

I’m unable to sleep.

After this is over.

I’m not going to write every single thought here.

I’m going to retire and be more intentional with my content.

I would like my privacy once this is done.

Whenever I write about Ginny. I’m kinda communicating to her.

Because I have no other way to speak to her.

So I do it on a public platform where the whole world is reading.

Yes.

No matter how abnormal that sounds.

That’s my life folks.

Because of doing so.

So many people have extreme cases of para social relationships with me.

I went through inhuman harassment and assaults when I was already suffering.

I also almost died because of that para social relationship.

Yes.

Welcome to my life.

This is what my life has become.

This is the new normal.

I can’t do anything about it other than figure out ways to navigate this new life efficiently.

That’s what “boundaries” are for.

It’s keeping me alive and sane while I wait.

I cannot wait to meet Ginny.

I keep imagining hugging her.

It feels so good in my mind, it feels palpable.

All I want is to sit on her lap and hug her.

I miss her so much.

I’m so tired of this shit.