Besides my left breast I have no emotional nor physical pain since last Sunday -st paddies Day. I wrote a painful but sad story that forced me to let go of the sonn of a bitch. It was So nsfw I decided to move on. So last night I put on some simpsonwave and drifted to sleep and was dead for the whole night until a rude wake up call. We went to the pub and j was able to enjoy myself and the waitress showed me some cold necklaces that were full of her parents ashes and that peak my interest. Some I was talking about rebirth. Though the necklace idea is brilliant (let's just say my pearls are not going anywhere as for as I am concerned. ). Ass for the male whore I am glad I ended it.