http://slow.writerscafe.org/cking The original writings of author Lost? en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007287 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What am I feeling right now?What is wrong with me. I have a boyfriend who says he loves me, but doesn't want to have sex with me. He spends all day on his phone looking at fitness models and airbrushed women, he doesn't even try to hide it from me. He'll sit there and comment on how "hot" or "beauti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cking/1370238/ Sometimes I find myself wondering why we're together...Why are we together? Sure, you're tall, handsome and have the body of Adonis. Sure, you're friendly, nice and occasionally thoughtful. But I often find myself wondering what is it that's going to make this relationship last. What is it that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cking/1240176/ It's 11:00am and I think I'm still drunk. Purse is missing and I lost an earring. My shoes look like they've been to hell and back. 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