I have started to feel like I am giving myself away on this blog to anyone who happens to come here as if I were in a bar and fucking every man that managed to buy me a drink. That’s not me.  I don’t take my clothes off for a man on a whim. What I really want is love.  Sex won’t bring me love.  Since the only “love” I know has been 100% conditional, well, sometimes I have trouble with this.

I have doubts as to how much Little Girl is really something within me, and how much of it was someone else’s covert suggestion.  I have always been a shape-shifter and more than able to bend myself to fit a situation because I don’t know who my true self really is.

There are plenty of other adult little girls on Tumblr who will keep you entertained (and are less analytical and emo than I).   I kept the domain so I could keep up with the people I follow.  But what I like and what I get from it are private now, contained to my mind, which is more in line with who I really am.  

It has been fun, but it is also a time sink that yields nothing tangible.  I need tangible yields now, not more bullshit to clutter up my mind that serves only to keep me from moving forward.