It seems that I frequently push myself beyond my limits, to where I find myself slowly positioning myself into bed at the end of each day so as not to pull an already too tight muscle.
My body aches as if it is older and I do not like having to be so careful.
Maybe it is better that I do not have a partner currently. I mean, where is any of this considered “fun?”
And don’t tell me that someone who loves me “would appreciate and accept” me.
I have found the reality to be contrary – and this phrase is over-run.
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