[mandolyn]

(((letterwriters))) ...
especially (((keenkitty))).

dear bad mandi,
you know what you have to do.
just do it.

stop falling back on the old familiar excuses. i'm lazy. i'm a born procrastinator. yada yada yada. stop perpetuating the self-defeat. end the self-sabotage cycle.

just.do.it.
love, good mandi xoxo

[bohemiax]

Dear R,

Perhaps I'm writing this here with the hope that perchance you'll see it. I don't know how I feel about you...still. I know I enjoy your company, I enjoy the cuddling, but it's not you I want in my heart - it's him. You are helping me get over him, but I'm still not all the way there yet. I haven't talked to him in days and don't know if I ever will again. That's frightening. I don't like you spending the night, even if we sleep in separate beds. You asked me if I was ashamed of you, and I said yes and then I said I was kidding, but I really meant yes. You're too young for me. It'd be like dating my brother (who isn't really my brother but is more like a brother than anyone I've ever met). He's your age. You guys have the same interests. I want a man. Not a boy. You still order off the kids menu. I only order off the kids menu because their portions are better for me health wise. We can't have sex because of your religous convictions, but it's causing you physical pain. You won't masturbate to get the backlog of cum out - you just say you'll deal with the pain. I think that's stupid. I think sex and masturbation are wonderful and people should do it all the time. You won't let me touch your cock. Heaven forbid I try to grind my pelvis into you. It's like we have to talk about "how far we take it" every other day. I keep you on your toes because I don't know how I feel about you. My mother's words repeat in my mind everytime we're in public. Ben's words replay in my mind everytime we're together. I don't know if I like you or not.

Confused,
J

((((rantrave))))