I may have left the impression that the reason I hate going to bed alone on a nightly basis is mainly sexual. It isn't, and last night, when I didn't, was nice, even though we weren't.
But today still feels very dark, sitting here alone, to the point that I awoke from my impromptu - and poorly positioned - nap (my neck hurts) thinking about a place and a means. So instead of taking action on either of those, I believe I'll change clothes and get some exercise.
I know my other, former means of self-medicating will only take me closer to the edge afterward. (In case it isn't obvious: I'm feeling tempted to. Heavenly Papa, please help me.)
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