***For everyone reading this, there is icky girl talk here. So, be warned***
I am fidgety, anxious and worked up. It seems like a normal phenomenon now. It’s that phase where I am begging for some sort of control because I have the feeling of drifting. I will not disrespect my Master by saying that He doesn’t give me time. On the contrary, my excessive neediness is the problem here. I have work, He has work – but I cannot concentrate because I am being needy.
I don’t want to annoy Him, pester Him incessantly, seem weak and pathetic (even though I am weak and pathetic).
Last night, I woke up in the middle of the night (happens to me, I wake up, check my phone and go back to bed) and sent Him a text with just one word in it – “Master”. Pathetic? Pathetic. Probably, when I’d be in a different frame of mind, I’d comment on how corny cheesy this was a sign of my submission.
Alternatively, it could be PMS. I don’t really know how my PMS manifests itself, it’s just a bad time for me, and I realise it was PMS after I’ve started with it. A-N-N-O-Y-I-N-G.
P.S. I have decided to title these posts as “rant # __”. I am morbidly curious to see exactly HOW MUCH I rant.
P.P.S. Still needy and clingy.
Through the Wrong End of the Looking Glass 