I Am Scared Of Brazilian Wax

was willing to write, but decided to give a read on old posts and was shocked at how much I used this blog to record the martyrdom that was my relationship with my ex. Things like this post reminded me of things I had forgotten. The funny thing is I realized that is exactly three years! Yesterday the damn

called me three times. is time that ghost appears. Very funny because a while ago that said you only talk to him if by email and he just ignores. League, send messages and I do not answer or reply.

But it's annoying to know that it still bothers me. Today I was talking to Monica that I would already be in another, perhaps these things do not bother him so much ... Ok, it's boring, it is depressing: I was madly in love with the guy, then we will live together and my life literally becomes an inferno. Has the bid he has absolutely no ethics or morals and everything else, but I have also been warned that choosing to live by all and my common sense that would break the guy.

Dunno. But seeing those old posts I also realized that I kept complaining to walk in circles. I think I finally dodged the spinning process and went to some straight line whose fate still do not know what will be, but looks cool.

stopped spending. I stopped trying to maintain a standard of living that can not afford to realize. And it is not painful, in fact I have quite ashamed of having only begun to do so for 32 years and after much clubbing caused by my own recklessness.

got to stop treating sex as anything. In gay culture, we quickly learn to have not committed to any pleasure, intimacy, guilt, etc.. Except that there's a time when it seems that no return: one begins to engage with any persons, roll a bane because they think that bitching will factor in eternal life, and must confess, I began to feel devalued. I'm living a celibate right for almost a month and have not felt comfortable to let him to have sex with anyone. I consider it a breakthrough.

AND A year ago I separated. And quite a year for the first time in my life, I live alone.

And despite all the problems, this has been a year of peace. And that good feeling, man! Thanks.

Maybe that's why it surprised me to read posts of 2007. I thought I was happy, and worse: he thought that the reckless passion would give me satisfaction. How I broke my face.

Now I know that I'm finally maturing. And how good it is!