the end?

so out of the habit. amy, have you given up? does anyone read this anymore? i don't think i'm going to write anymore.
1. too dangerous. someone will notice.
2. g has returned. she came over tonight. we drank tea. i feel like something is sated. (though all over again it's this huge struggle not to lust. i'm out of practice)
3. too many other, bigger worries. mairee's leaving. mom's wedding. (have i let you all know how much i hate her husband?)
i would say, see, i haven't mentioned any of my trip or the marty stuff, so it's obviously not about my life and what's important and what i'm thinking about. but then, i think amy's the only person who reads this, and she's gotten all the rant multiple times already.
anyway. unless i get an email from a reader, i'm going to trash this all at the end of the week. i think it's served its purpose.