Personal Journal

Weak approaching the keyboard

Another in the degradation of my sanity.
I got weak as I approached the keyboard.

I've been making almost non-sensical posts on tumblr.
I'm wearing pantyhose and I feel so at peace to be able to do that in the home (even though I'm in a basement dungeon, kind of hoping my wife doesn't come down here, and kind of praying she will come down here so I can get this all out of the closet.
My head swims when I contemplate what it means when she says no, as I believve she inevitably will.
I'm in a bad way.
I still plan on getting to Wednesday morning at least, because L travels M-T-W (returning late Wednesday) so I can crossdress my self as much as I want, without consequence.

I'm tired, and super depressed, and the up down is pretty fuckin cruel.
I'll write on tumblr when I wake up.

It is never too late to be what you might have been. -- George Eliot
Courage to start and willingness to keep everlasting at it are the requisites for success. -- Alonzo Newton Benn